Port Side Corridor
Tsuguka dug through the various items in the armory with a keen eye. Technically speaking it was in good shape, but much of what was in there was either entirely obsolete, no longer comparable with current systems, or had been practically taped back together after being used to the point of destruction by the old technicians. Seeing as they had been working without a supply line of any kind, it was all to be expected.
Standing there, in someone else's workshop, it was difficult not to think of the missing crew. Moving the bodies had simply put the red neko back into a state of mild disbelief over the subject, but rummaging through their things was different. Dead bodies didn't have personalities.
Ah. Right at the back. A Lamia shield, wedged at the back behind a locker. Exactly what she was looking for.
Holding the huge, cumbersome thing in her arms didn't field right. Even if it was old and abandoned before this ship was ruined, it still wasn't hers...
"Santo Hei Yui-class, if you no longer need this equipment, I'll transfer it to the Eucharis. Please make a record." The raven-haired woman looked left and right outside of the door just to make sure nobody was watching, and then gave a whole-hearted bow to the empty room. "My name is Santo Hei Tsuguka Toyoe. I will... I'll take good care of it."
A sudden gunshot. Tsuguka jumped out of her skin... Then, after a pause, Dirjon's voice squawked into her ear.
"Please warn us before you do that next time, Santo Hei." She had turned the corner and was looking straight at the tall dark-skinned man, but still used her telecoms to voice her annoyance. The short stuffy crimson thing didn't say it, but she was clearly wondering why exactly he needed to use his pistol to free up a shovel in the first place.