Uvena dips the mop head and wrings it before dropping it on the floor. "You can't delegate on a ship this small," she says with a smirk. "So what are you doing all day? Is it so much work to run that ship from the ground?"
#VVApartment – July 25, 2020
Victoria begins to wipe over the table, with a pout. "Yeah, don't think I am the captain on this tiny ship." Vicky then give Uvena a slight shrug. "Not normally, but I have been organising things for another transport run. So with me being the face of the ship, I have to leave the crew to keep things tidy."
Uvena puts the mop down on the floor and starts to make the rounds over the floor the living room floor. "So it's not only Va'ynna that's keeping you on the ground?" she asks. "I mean, I saw you two part ways at the ramp last time you went, but... that was a different time."
Victoria nods "Before I met your daughter, the only thing I loved was flying my ship." She smiles, mostly to herself. "But now, I love your daughter more than flying." She moves over to rinse her cloth off in the bucket. "Plus the two other reasons for why I've been grounded. My sister just arriving, and trying to convince businesses to use a new shipping transport other their current
Uvena gives a small smile while listening to her. "That doesn't sound easy," she says. "Shipping on this side of the galaxy is already a gamble, so I wouldn't blame them for sticking with the first reliable company they could find."
Victoria moves towards the coffee table next to the couch, and begins to clean the coffee table. "Yeah, I mean if I was in their position I would do the same. Like the old human saying if it ain't broke, don't fix it."
Uvena hums. "So what can you offer them?" she asks as she pushes the dust, pine needles and other debris into a corner for later pickup. "From what I've seen and been told, your ship doesn't sound like the most efficient cargo hauler. It's a decomissioned turian warship, isn't it?"
Victoria give a shrug, and a bit of an odd face at hearing decommissioned. "I would not really say it is like a typical decommissioned ship, I mean I should start looking for people who want more valuable cargo shipped out here." She goes back to rinse the cloth she is using. "But yeah my ship ain't much of a cargo hauler, but she can protect herself better than most."
Uvena rinses the cloth again and starts another round, since one round is nowhere near enough even in ideal circumstaces; which this is not. She gives her a pointed look as she works near the couch, a quiet reminder that she is paying attention. "That's the angle to sell," she says. "You and your crew also has insight into how the threats out there operate, though... I guess it wouldn't help to put that on your
Victoria after seeing Uvena looking at her cleaning effort a once over, she goes back to cleaning the coffee table. "I mean that is a fair point, but I dare say most people would not want to hear what we use to be."
Uvena nods. "Exactly," she says. "That's what I meant." She goes another round over in silence, focusing to bring as much dirt as she can to the collection near the bucket. "So, is your crew doing something for Christmas?" she asks.
Victoria shakes her head. "Not really, I told them I would buy them a round at a bar after the holiday is over. But it is not really a holiday that ex-pirates celebrate." She continues her cleaning. "But this is the first time in years that I have celebrated this Christmas."
Uvena looks thoughtful for a few moments as she rinses the cloth for another round over the floor. "Next year, if your shipping schedule allow, why don't we change that?" she asks. "If I can convince a few of your crew, it shouldn't take too long to hang up lights and decorations all over." Her tone is light-hearted, as she knows just how ridiculous a prospect it is.
Victoria does not say anything at first, processing Uvena's idea. "I don't know what to say to that, other than you can try." She gives a shrug, not really knowing if her crew would accept the idea or not. "I have no idea how you trying to convince them to celebrate Christmas would go."
Uvena smirks. "I'll give them no choice," she jokes. "I'll tell Redrock I'd like to post there as security for a trip, bring in a crate of decorations and put them to work." She uses her biotics to lift the couch gently off the ground and move it about a couch's length to the side so she can get to the floor beneath.
Victoria stops what she is doing for a moment to watch Uvena move the couch with her biotics. "Now that is cheating." She jokes, as she goes to clean her cloth again.
Uvena starts cleaning the floor where the couch was. "It's not a competition, dear," she says. "Any shortcut is a gain for us both."
Victoria finishes cleaning off her cloth and goes back to the dinner table to start her second run. "I mean, the actual shortcut is not cleaning under the couch and leaving it where it was." Vicky was trying to cut their work short, so they did not have to worry about every nook and cranny.
Uvena snorts. "You'd be happy we took the time to do it the next time something rolls under and you need to reach for it," she says, "and there's nothing wrong with putting in a little extra effort for speical occasions like this." She starts carefully dragging the dirt over to the 'collection site'. "I can't believe Va'ynna let you be like this," she mutters.
Victoria puts on a very fake pained face. "I think I should feel insulted by that." Her expression changes in a moment to a more joking expression. "But that would mean I would have to put some effort in that." She tries her best to collect the dust from the table. "But since I was the pilot, rubbish straight to the airlock."