Still waiting at the airlock, Nafi impatiently waited at the airlock for her crew mates to arrive, when a voice buzzed in on the headset. It was Ace, notifying her on the situation: "[i]Nafi, we're in the hangar at the back of the ship, we're just starting work on the shuttle already.[/i]" Suddenly a realization swept over her, of course they weren't going to take the whole ship down! How could she be so stupid? With an embarrassed sigh, she voiced back to him: "Uhh, I knew that. You know what, you guys seemed to have it handled. I'll, uh, give this job a miss, if you don't mind. I had some training I wanted to do anyway..." With that, she signed off, and made her way back to the armory, trying to keep her head down, her face red and shameful as she went back into the armory.

After de-suiting from her failed attempt at being helpful, Nafi, little wanting to screw things up further, decided to head to the ship's gym, to work off her anger at herself. It didn't take long for her to find herself stretching for her workout in the training facility, and in little time, was stripped down to her sleek, metallic frame and undergoing her cardio warm up, jogging steadily in a sort of high tech treadmill that appeared to be more of a hamster wheel than anything else. Despite being largely cybernetic, her Harness was still rigged with various muscle feedback sensors, motor neural triggering systems, and intricate organic/synthetic melding relays. These modules allowed her body to feel stress and fatigue at minor levels, to help stimulate her remaining organic structure into a more energetic state, while avoiding exhaustion and damage as a result of over stimulation. Pretty much, this was the only thing that reminded her she was still alive, and not a machine, as many people think at first glance. 

After some time jogging, Nafi stepped gingerly off the treadmill, and looked around the various equipment, deciding what to train today. After some thought, she entered the sparring ring, and booted up a hand to hand combat simulation. Combat training was her favorite, as it was a full body workout, with the added benefit of a thrill of the fight, The sparring droid stepped out of it's closet like holding bay at the opposite end of the ring. It stood a full head over her, with a lanky metal frame that shone bronze in the light of the ring, and she brought her fists up in a guard stance. "Alright, computer, set the target to standard military training, lethality factor level 4, damage threshold 25% durabiliity enhancement. Taunts on." With that, the droid brought it's hands up too, and sneered at her. "[i]I'll snap you like a twig.[/i]" was all the machine said, before slowly pacing in a circle, not taking it's optical sensor (A red light on it's 'face') off of her. Nafi responded by moving around in the opposite direction, keeping her guard at it at all times, and smiled wryly:

"We'll see who gets broken, tin can."