_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Linwood shifted herself into a better position in the cockpit, one that would allow her to brace better for the incoming debris induced shocks. Her new shoes were chafing the back of her feet and she guessed there'd be blisters or some kind of cuts later. Wearing prison-issue shoes for years had meant she'd lost the tough skin on the back of her ankles and lower calf. She nodded at the droid's assessment of the ship in front of her. "It's just M. Linwood, no need for formalities." She told the droid, before adding her next input. "And I agree on that, partially. It's good kit, very efficient when put on the right ship and in the right place. But that one in front of us? It ain't the right ship. Clearly somebody was told to beef it up, though for what reason I couldn't possibly say. Looks like they're trying to give it every function possible with less emphasis on functionality." The fact that it was all so cloak and dagger was irritating Linwood, the fact that they weren't even allowed to ask questions even more so. But it had got her out of jail and given her a fighting chance at an actual life.
The comment of the other man made her smirk ever so slightly. She had indeed 'brought enough to share with the class'. She might even have bought too many for one person to consume. There was no time for a proper meal after being dragged out of prison, so she'd took it upon herself to use Belmore's money to buy food. Prison food was okay(ish), bland and containing just enough nutrients to get through the day, so the protein bar (as bad as it may be to somebody else) was a welcome change to her. "More than enough, given how fast this whole thing was assembled, I doubted anybody would consider food an important thing. What flavour do you want?" She reached into one of the side pockets on the utility belt and pulled out three bars.
The comment of the other man made her smirk ever so slightly. She had indeed 'brought enough to share with the class'. She might even have bought too many for one person to consume. There was no time for a proper meal after being dragged out of prison, so she'd took it upon herself to use Belmore's money to buy food. Prison food was okay(ish), bland and containing just enough nutrients to get through the day, so the protein bar (as bad as it may be to somebody else) was a welcome change to her. "More than enough, given how fast this whole thing was assembled, I doubted anybody would consider food an important thing. What flavour do you want?" She reached into one of the side pockets on the utility belt and pulled out three bars.