Vanessa gave a brief wave of her hand towards the bees and said. "It's no trouble. I moved it back earlier today."
It had been moderately confusing as to why her fridge had been moved, but Vanessa was used to such a thing and had promptly checked the medbay for it's location. It was a good thing she did since the blood wasn't transfusion quality. Attempting to use it in such a way would quite likely kill the recipient, since most of it wasn't filtered and purified to the quality of transfusion blood. Vanessa could, in theory, drink the blood and barf it back up, since her body was able to naturally filter and purify blood. Though Vanessa obviously knew that such blood, despite being clean, wouldn't be very comfortable to use.
Since Draksai had asked for opinions, Vanessa spoke up about her logical findings. "Personally, I would avoid the first and third missions upon the list. The first one likely involves combat between military grade and capital ships which our ship is, quite obviously, not cut out to handle. The third mission is what appears to be someone abusing the system to advertise themselves as help-givers rather than an actual mission. The rest I have no comment on."
Vanessa knew that trying the first mission with their ship in it's current state would be quite the hassle, as Vanessa didn't know how well the armor or shielding would hold up under military grade weapons fire. For that matter, was the ship even armed? Truly, the first mission seemed like a logical impossibility, and Vanessa hoped that the more action oriented members of the crew didn't attempt to sway everyone into undertaking such a mission. It would be rather foolish and likely result in most of their deaths when the ship went up in a fireball after a brief volley of weapons fire.
The other missions seemed much more practical in comparison, since they didn't involve capital ships or military grade equipment. There was the possibility of them looting a disabled ship should they take the first mission, but the cost of adequately repairing something of that quality and size with matching quality components was going to likely break the bank of everyone sitting at the table.
Thus, Vanessa had made her statement against the first mission. The third mission seemed to be rather out of place since the group sitting here was together to give aid, not receive it. They were a crew, not a support group. That left several other missions of various types upon the paper before them, and Vanessa didn't really have too much of a preference to be made about any of them. Vanessa could assist with all of them in some way, and thus was rather neutral in opinion about them.
Vanessa's ear twitched slightly as she heard the music stop and change to another track. Much the same to the previous one in terms of instrument composition, but the note composition was different and the song thus sounded different from the previous one. It too soon faded into the background hum of noise since Vanessa turned her attention away from it, but it was nice to know that the radio system still worked properly and wouldn't be playing the same repeating tune time and time again for the duration of their stay at the eatery.
Weaving her hands together once again, Vanessa took a moment to shift her legs and switch the way she crossed them. Vanessa shifted her rifle as well, moving it to the other arm and resting the butt of the gun upon her other foot, which now sat flatly upon the ground. The rifle was nestled within the crook of her arm just as before, sitting comfortably like a date who had been informed that they were not upon the menu back upon Vanessa's homeworld.
It was a rare treat, to be invited to the feasts there. Vanessa had personally never brought anyone with her, though she had seen plenty of others and thus knew what the feeling was like. The relieved look upon the faces of the men and women as they walked in with their partners. Lovely times, though Vanessa didn't feel homesick upon thinking about them. That was probably a good thing, since returning home after just making friends was probably not the best thing.
With little more to say or think, Vanessa waited for others to voice themselves. Though it was now that she heard Fiddlesticks speak up in her direction. He had complemented her rifle and was asking to see the newsletter. Though this was a rather interesting request since Vanessa hadn't touched the newsletter. Her eyesight was more than powerful enough to read it where it lay upon the table, and as such Fiddlesticks was free to take it at his own pace since Vanessa hadn't moved it. The commander bees were currently reading it, however, and it would likely be best to ask them.
Vannessa gave him another closed lipped smile and said. "Thank you. The design is an old one, though I had it rebuilt using modern materials. I have more weapons at home, though this one is my personal favorite, so I brought it with me." Uncurling her hands from one another, Vanessa gave her free wrist a flick and set a .303 England round upon the table before saying. "It fires these. Not as fancy as some of the other weapons of today, but quite reliable in function and performance. There have been few times where I've needed anything else to ensure my viability in combat."
Picking up the round again, Vanessa gave her wrist another flick to return the round to where it had previously been. Though this location was a mystery to everyone else at the table, Vanessa kept the rounds hidden within her suit, since carrying around exposed ammunition was rather unsightly. Vanessa knew that Fiddlesticks had taken a liking to her, though she also knew that she was rather incompatible with him as a mate due to her status as a vampire, and thus had politely chosen not to reciprocate the feelings that he felt since she knew that it would only lead to disappointment.
Vanessa would live as long as she wanted to, Fiddlesticks likely didn't have that option. Thus, to spare him the misery of not growing old with someone, Vanessa remained aloof in terms of romantic feelings.
