Setting: Spaaaaaace!

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob Taylor is hard at work in his starship's armory. He's in charge of maintaining an impressive array of assault rifles, heavy pistols, grenade launchers, and other implements of destruction and defense. Jacob's aware that the lives of his friends and crewmates might depend on the condition of these weapons. It's a job he takes seriously, and it's a job he's good at.

When your character enters, Jacob turns away from his electronic console to greet them.

"Hey. Can I help you with something?"

Comments

(( A+ would definitely RP again))

[restinpieces]

He looks back down to his hand and his smile grows to something more genuine. He grabs it in his own, briefly squeezing his fingers around his palm. After the talk he feels a bit more comfortable. Hell, he'd probably come duck into the armory if miss Tali starts trying to poke inside his RIG again.

"Yeah, I'll be..." He shrugs his shoulders, "Well, down in Engineering, probably, if you need me."