[ Venom sizes up his new conversation partner, and comes to largely the same conclusion he'd come to when he'd seen his own job assignment: 'the Captains are incompetent at assigning people to tasks'. For all their talk of efficiency and pragmatism, Venom doubts that they know what those concepts mean if they're going to put someone like this in the cargo bay.
(He himself's been designated as a veterinary assistant, so. Thanks, Moira.)
Not much for idle conversation, he nods and takes a precursory look through the piles of... whatever all of this stuff is. Mechanical joints curl deftly around something that looks like a karaoke microphone, which he accidentally triggers into playing a loud, midi-esque version of the Sailor Moon song.
Well, that's. Okay. ]
You need a better job. [ He concludes, frowning as he tries to find out how to... shut this thing up. God, it's autoreplaying, what the hell. ]
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(He himself's been designated as a veterinary assistant, so. Thanks, Moira.)
Not much for idle conversation, he nods and takes a precursory look through the piles of... whatever all of this stuff is. Mechanical joints curl deftly around something that looks like a karaoke microphone, which he accidentally triggers into playing a loud, midi-esque version of the Sailor Moon song.
Well, that's. Okay. ]
You need a better job. [ He concludes, frowning as he tries to find out how to... shut this thing up. God, it's autoreplaying, what the hell. ]