Unclear Concern [Jordan]

[Jordan Maxwell]

Feeling Dru's hand on her arm she hugged her for the second time, though she didn't let go this time. Holding onto Dru, she felt broken. She wasn't sure what else to do, Dru had been welling to protect her, something someone from Alliance wouldn't do.

In her own mind, in her own way, Dru's status had been jumping around in her head, and now lived safely in 'best friend' section. Though she felt.... It didn't matter at this juncture, she closed her eyes and just waited.

[Lars Engström]

Lars was speechless. He hadn't known about this situation, and he hadn't even imagined that it would have been like this. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, and then closed it again. He was feeling awful about what he had done, but now wasn't the time for asking to be forgiven. He went to speak again, and stopped, and finally managed to say something. "I'll be in the common area..." He let his words trail away as Jordan hugged Dru. That was another thing that he couldn't understand. She had now touched Jordan twice, and not recoiled. That was odd. "Women," he muttered to himself, "women." He turned and walked out of the Cargo bay, shaking his head.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru hadn't expected Jordan to embrace her again, but apparently the slight show of comfort had worked in a way for her. It was a little easier this time for the mercenary to react, letting the mechanic hug onto her for as long as she needed.

When Lars spoke again Dru glared at him, she'd make it a point to pay him a visit later about how he spoke to Jordan. She sighed, right now though Jordan needed comfort. As much as she wasn't the type of person anyone came to for such a thing, apparently it would have to do for her.

Dru ran one of her hands through Jordan's hair, several times over and over. Letting the mechanic get it all out, hoping it would help her a little. After a few moments she broke the silence, her voice an attempt of getting Jordan to smile, "Just like a man huh, come in and rile everything up then run away when hell breaks loose."

[Jordan Maxwell]

After hearing Dru, Jordan let out a little laugh and looked up at her and wiped her eyes. "And leave a woman to clean it up?" She tried to smile, she was feeling slightly better, but as her eyes met Dru's she blushed a deep read. "I'm sorry Dru.."

[Drusilla Pardieu]

She nodded with a slight smile at Jordan's reply, "Of course." At least she had gotten a bit of a good response from her. When Jordan apologized the mercenary shook her head, "There's no reason to apologize, if anyone needs to it's Lars for being a right ass and then walking away." Dru was angry at him for it too, he was most likely aware.

Dru noticed that Jordan had blushed, again, but didn't mention it. It was the second time in the day that it had happened, making her curious. The situation at hand though wasn't appropriate for that type of question. They had pirates to deal with too, now that Jeff was on board Dru felt a little more comfortable knowing she wasn't the only one able to wield a gun well. Though she didn't know if either Trace or Lars could handle firearms.

"Feel up for going back to finish some lunch?" Dru was trying to change the subject, see if she could get Jordan to concentrate one something else. Keep her mind busy from everything that had just transpired.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan nodded and smiled up at her as she let go. "You go ahead i'm going to prep the ship." She looked into her eyes, then made her way to the engine room to prep her plans and make sure they would be safe.

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff entered the cargo bay only seeing Dru. Walking past her and righting his large case he clicked a few switches and set it on edge.

'Lars is looking for you and needs you top side. Oh sorry for earlier on my .... cold word have always followed my heart.'

He unlocked the case and opened it up to reveil a MP-90 on one side and on the other was filed with ammo. Taking out the gun he did a quick check. Replacing the gun he locked the case and dragged it way past Dru with hollow eyes of a man who has seen much death he says.

'Again sorry.'

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru only nodded at Jordan's preference to work on the ship, once gone the mercenary let out a soft sigh. She was unsure if the mechanic would be ok or not, but she hoped so.

She looked over as Jeff's words caught her attention, "Thanks, and it's not your fault. You couldn't have known how it would affect her. She'll be fine." There was a slight worry in her eyes at that, hoping Jordan would be fine.

Jeff had a very nice weapon, making Dru a little envious of him. She wanted a nice toy like that one. Following Weston as he exited with the case the mercenary made her own way.