Nyora’a Ruo’sa
Tos’feg had a contemplative look on his face as he listened to the Qaktoro’s explanation. He usually didn’t give his own situation in life much thought; there were far too many much more interesting things to hold his attention. But from time to time, he was compelled to think on his life experiences and he usually didn’t find his appraisal quite so favorable as his superior found hers. He was quite impressed with the way she had turned a seemingly negative event into such a positive. It seemed there was going to be much more to learn aboard the ship than just mechanical details and technical marvels.
“Understood, ma’am,” he replied. It made sense not to waste time with formalities when there was work to be done. On the other hand, he found that his people - Qaktoro, Tula, Tuoro, Qakla, all - didn’t necessarily do the most sensible thing all the time.
His train of thought was broken by the Tin-Ta’a’s announcement. He looked quickly back up at Potos. “Anything you need me to square away before reporting in?”