As the ladies work aft, Paris stands once again, stretches-her vertebrae pops a few times as she twists left and right, she was never meant to be seated, hunched over for this long a period of time-and departs the Akus, headed for the nearest cantina.

>  > By the time you have this information, Desi will
>  > be finished with her inspection of the jump drive's
>  > plasma injection nozzles and shimmying back out.
>  
>  "Is older than god," the redhead says wiping the 
>  sweat off her brow, "but someones loved it."
>  
>  Desdaemona looks quickly at the early diagnostics
>  just to make sure everything seems to be going
>  smoothly.  Then she takes a peak at the environmental
>  systems to see if that's fired up or if it's also
>  off line.
>  
>  If that's off she fires that up and starts to run 
>  diagnostics on that.

Paris appears in the entrance to these ladie's realm, she has, in hand, a rather large paper bag and a carton with three tall lid-covered styrofoam cups. "Take a break!" she called, "I brought tea, sandwiches and rolls!"

She moves over to an available workspace and opens the sack, pulling out some wrapped sandwiches and some sweet rolls--then went to Merinn and Desi both, handing each a styrofoam cup filled with a strong and hot black tea, sweetened almost to tooth-aching sweetness, but hot and good.

"How goes it?" Paris questioned, sitting down in one of the secondary monitoring seats and taking a luxurious sip of her own tea.