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[ ventilation cleaning technician. that's the job they'd assigned him, and andyr took it upon himself to translate that as "crawl around in the vent shafts and stalk people, and maybe wipe up some dust while you're at it." for someone as paranoid and suspicious as he is, it's worked out very much in his favor, and since the new captain has started turning off the lights at random, he's also taken to carving road signs into the interior walls. "nomo deck", "mess hall", "medbay". things he can feel out if/when it goes dark.

paused at one intersection, on his way towards another living deck, he looks down through a grate to spot the rough looking man toggling with big look guns, watching him quietly for a moment or so, before speaking up. from the vent, through the grate. because that's normal social etiquette or something. ]

Isn't firing guns in a space ship supposed to be a really bad idea?

[ what with the whole killer vacuum right outside and everything. ]