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Stripe gave a bit of a gruff laugh under his breath, always being mindful of his volume as he folded a hand around his chin, giving a bit of a mock-thoughtful expression as he looked back towards the captain with a bit of a grin. "Well," He began to respond, gently pulling at the tuft of fur on his chin as he gave a bit of a look around the captain's office, looking over a few book titles as he saw them. "I've never been much or a reader beyond manuals." Manuals for spacecraft, combat techniques, military protocol, VCR's... he'd read them all at some time or another, and had never really thought about reading for leisure, though his literacy was certainly up to par. Lifting an eyebrow a bit as he sees one of the titles, he can't help but feel it seemed a little familiar. Fall and Rise? Sounds like a good romance...

Shaking off the thought a little, he turned his attention back to the captain; so long as they weren't in combat, he still had nothing to do, so he didn't think much of talking and interacting a little slower than he normally might have, taking the time to think through his words, or at least attempt to. Of course, he chuckled a little under his breath again at the mention of the normal pirate reading ability. "Not an average crew here, Captain..." He responded, a bit of a mischievous grin revealing polished teeth. "I wouldn't be surprised if half of 'em were ex-military." Himself included, he added silently to himself, though he wasn't certain how far that knowledge went among the crew, though it really wouldn't bother him if they did know.

Moving to stand up slowly, he was glad the bridge and captains quarter's deck was a little taller than the others, allowing him to stand fully, only having to hunch down for doors. Running his eyes over his wrist unit for a moment, then back to the captain, Stripe gave a small bow at the neck. "I'll have to take a look later, I might as well do my rounds for now. If you're not busy later, I'd like to talk again."

((Wow, finally made a post, though no guarantee for it's quality... XP ))

Red Eye sighed as Ziek snickered at her book choice, sighing she said, "I decided not to finish the book. I've read enough of that author's crap to know the endings of all her books already. Don't worry about interrupting me. I read for something to do. And whenever you have a reading speed of approximately 800 words per minute with a photographic memory you tend to run out of things to read quickly."

Shrugging, the doctor continued, "Being as I'm in probably the most gender balanced if not female dominated parts of the ship those books tend to be what is most easy to access. If you read them as comedies they aren't that bad, actually."

She sighed, after her long winded explanation she narrowed her mismatched eyes at Stryker, the poor guy seemed so uncomfortable talking to her. Did she really seem that scary? Red Eye knew she emitted a sort of scariness, at least to her subordinates, but they at least would look at her more often when talking to her. Hell, the cheeky orderly who had fetched her earlier that night, whose older brother was saved from her, though, he practically worshiped Red Eye and was terrified of displeasing her to some degree, he still had the gall to try checking her out when she wasn't paying attention... okay, so maybe the play boy Allister was right she wasn't completely unattractive. 'Maybe I should apologize to him...' she thought in passing about Allister.

Noticing that Stryker was waiting for her to discuss business, Red Eye, continued, "I have a list of thirty-two items that should be restocked or increased in our supplies for medical purposes in my head but personally, I would love if you actually got some different types of food in the mess hall. Some Kree snacks like jellied eel-snappers would be nice..."

"Anyhow, since I don't sleep according to my subordinates how about I go with you so you can at least write up my list," said Red Eye, forcing a smile, trying to put Stryker at ease, no use making enemies of someone the crew looked up to and respected and liked so much.

"That's a way of seeing things. Taking them as comedies probably can make these books more interesting to read." Ziek thought out loud after the ship's best medic voiced out, or more like sighed out, her opinion.

Making a mental note of the eel-filled snappers, Stryker blinked a few times at Red Eye’s proposition with no response; it's not that he was overly surprised or shocked, although he wasn't exactly expecting this; he was just thinking to himself that it wasn't a bad idea. "Sure, why not? My room's right above us... Or well office. Eh, anyway." He cleared his throat and showed the way with a hand gesture, letting the lady take the lead if she wanted to.

The odd pair made their way to the second level, their footsteps clicking on the stairs as they went up and finally arrived to their destination. The room wasn't much to be honest. A simple steel coat holder that didn't seem to be used much was standing up straight to the left. On the wall behind the holder, closer to the ceiling than the floor, was Stryker's old set of weapons: on top of the set was a katana in a black sheath with a blue strap delicately wrapping the rough hilt and showing age; in the middle was a shorter sword with its sheath and hilt made out of pale wood and finally at the bottom of the set was his shotgun, a little small and weaker for a shotgun one could say but Ziek found it useful to have something he could pick with one hand and that could still blast someone's head off.
On the wall facing the room's door there was a desk: Ziek's work station. The mahogany desk wasn't extremely big: it had enough space for one person to sit with two drawers to the right but it was more than enough for him. Sitting on it was a pad and pen which the quartermaster used to take notes or calculate budgets when he didn't want his life simpler with a calculator. On the center of his work station was a clear blue translucent screen caught in between two thicker pieces of plastic: a digital pad, one of the more useful tools to a quartermaster. A small steel lamp was resting on the upper left corner of the desk, un-lit, and beside it was a coffee machine accompanied by a dark blue coffee mug for, well, coffee. A black chair on wheels was waiting in front of the mahogany station; nothing really fancy, it actually was quite a cheap chair but it was still comfortable enough for Ziek to be content with it.
On the right side of the room was Ziek's wardrobe, which doors were shut and his single-size bed which was close enough to the wall he could kiss it in his sleep. As mentioned, the room wasn't much and certainly wasn't extravagant in any way... But at least it was kept clean. Well, that is, aside from the bed, which was a mess: Stryker's blanket was pushed completely to the side; his pillow crookedly leaning a little on the door's facing wall. If one wanted to he or she could almost draw Ziek's figure in the drapes' ripples with a finger.

"Well, here we are. You'll have to excuse me for the bed, I hum... Don't usually make it since I'll mess it up again later, anyway."
The six foot tall quartermaster stepped into his room, heading towards his black chair and sitting on it. Taking the digital pad and booting it up by pressing a button on the top right corner of the gadget, Ziek moved his fingers around the pad's interface, browsing through documents and finally opening one. "So... Eel-filled snappers was it?" He thought out loud while typing up Red Eye's earlier request. As he was about to ask what else she would like, the ebony haired man looked up and around his office only to realize he didn't have any other chair for the Chief Doctor. "Oh huh. Sorry there really isn't much place to sit here... Hum, you could sit on the bed I suppose or maybe you'd be more comfortable on my chair? I don't mind moving if you want it." The man offered, a hand on the chair's armrest, ready to move for the petite lady.

Gash started pushing on his clear screen some more just as Red Eye told him the bed was fine to sit on. As he lifted his head, he noticed the ship's doctor making his own bed. Before Ziek could move, though, she was already done and sitting on it. The quartermaster gave a slight embarrassed sigh and rubbed the back of his neck, but gave the young doctor an appreciative smile. "You didn't have too, you know? But thank you. I know it's an eye sore to some people, but I don't usually have folks in here, so..."

Ziek cleared his throat once after Amarelle had corrected him on the Kree dish; of course, he just had to screw it up. Next time, he'd have to make a better mental note of it. His fingers fiddling around on his glowing pad, he erased his previous note and wrote the proper name. "Jellied... Eel... Snappers... There. Got it right this time. It sounds like a, huh, rather interesting meal... Or snack. I’m not sure actually." He thought out loud for a moment, trying to picture what the dish could actually look like and trying to guess its taste. After failing to do so for a second, he brushed the idea off with a shake of his head. "Hum, anyway. I could try and get both the Snappers and the ingredients, if you'd like."

Raising his eyes up to his guest, Gash realized how uninteresting talking strictly business could be; sure she was there to give him a list but... Would it hurt to chit-chat about something else in between items he'd type down in his pad? Surely, just having Red list what medical supply she needed or her own personal requests could make five minutes seem like forever. Stryker thought for a moment, brushing his hair with his hand as he put his tablet down on his leg, lighting his black pants in a bright blue color. "Well, you probably figured I don't know much about the Kree people, but I always like to learn more about other races than human. How was growing up for you? Did you grow up on the Krees' home planet?" he asked the girl; it was a way to know where to get the Jellied Eel Snappers from and, at the same time, learn a thing or two about Red Eye if she felt like answering his questions.