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Jackdaw couldn't help but grimace, but it was at herself, not Varus. She'd gone strutting about and forgot her place, the captain was right to point her out. She'd have plenty of time to scorn the newcomer later if the opportunity arose, but for now, they were getting ready to set off, and the last thing she wanted to do was delay them.

With a straightening of her posture and a salute, she nodded to him, and then made her way back inside the ship, making a B-line for her quarters. Best to make sure all of her things were in tact and in place before the took off.

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Jack has a journal for stuff, but also has a good enough memory to remember them should she lose the physical copy.

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Jackdaw fell silent when Rennac entered. It wasn't so much that she had anything to hide in her conversation -there was nothing she would say to anyone about someone else, that she wouldn't also say to their face- but in general the wolfen man, in her mind, was still far beneath the rest of the crew. Perhaps if she put much mind into her personality, she'd see her fixation with being above others as problematic. However, it didn't impede her performance on the field, so it didn't warrant much of a worried.thought.

Instead, she scoffed, set aside the last piece she'd worked on, and made her way out of the armory. As far as she was concerned her job was done, and once she'd informed the captain, she'd just head back to her quarters, or the training room.

She was surprised to see Max arriving so late -or was he late? Ugh, she was getting so antsy she couldn't tell any more. She was also surprised to see Varus back out, having figured she'd have to wait around a bit before he'd be done handling Taerys. Oh well, good enough for her.

"Varus, armory is set to go. Fresh meat is in there too, I'm not babysitting him," she said, giving a wave to Max and heading off back into the ship.

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Jackdaw shrugged, she was more annoyed with Taerys for just having the problem than she was with Varus for possibly not fixing it. The Varaxian girl being so emotionally distraught felt wrong, more so than when Jackdaw had tried to help. Even though she was well past the point of voicing or showing any reasonable concern for the girl, she still wished that she got better, if only for the ground team's sake.

"This isn't something that he should be having to deal with anyway. It's ridiculous. Let's just hope she's fixed before the next mission," she said."I already have to worry about the new guy, I shouldn't have to babysit a seasoned soldier."

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Jackdaw worked absently, but efficiently. Some of the weapons didn't even need anything done to them, and some were out of her area of expertise. She could handle fixing small arms, but that was about it. Frankly, she figured Varus wanted her away more than to actually ensure the working order of their equipment, and that was just as well with her.

She half expected the footsteps she heard to belong to the new meat, but then she was also sure she'd done a well enough job of warding him off. Instead, she was greeted by Dresden, which was less of a disappointment. When she asked about Taerys, Jackdaw scoffed, and went back to her work.

"Some sort of mental fit, I don't know. Varus is taking care of it, and he'd better. We don't need that sort of ridiculousness on the field," she said.

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So friend much warm
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She recoiled a bit at the last remark. The real Jackdaw? What did she mean by that? She wasn't sure if she should feel complimented, or insulted, and even then to what degree? At least she didn't have to think on it long; Varus's approach brought her the relief of a stable face. She'd expected him to assist her, help to work out what exactly was wrong with their team mate, but instead he dismissed her.

For some reason, that only confused her more. She wasn't sure she wanted to outright cut herself out of the problem, what if Taerys legitimately needed her? What if she actually could figure out the problem?

"Yes sir," the response was automatic, she didn't even think about it until after she'd already began to turn. What was she doing? She couldn't help Taerys. It was wrong, really, it just felt wrong. They were allies, allies helped each other in combat. Friends helped each other with their issues, and they were not friends.

In an instant, everything was gone. The pity, the intrigue, the compassion. None of that was relevant anymore. She had what she wanted, some work to distract her, at least she could spend some time around the weapons. She paused a moment, looking to Varus, but not bothering to lower her voice.

"Figure out what's wrong with her. I don't want this affecting the field."

With that, she left, making her way off down the hall. She dropped her boots off in her room -she didn't often wear shoes, since the transformation sequence tended to shred most of her excess attire- and then continued on to the armory. She couldn't believe she'd let herself get taken in by Taerys' harmless question. The real Jackdaw? Bah, here it was, the real Jackdaw. The real Jackdaw had a job to do.,

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Jackdaw either didn't notice Rennac, or didn't care. Either way, her focus stayed on Taerys, listening as the Varaxian spoke. Or mumbled, whatever it was she was actually doing. Her eyes flicked to the girl's wrist, following her thumb. Scars. Interesting. Had to have been self-harm, they looked consistent -then again, she wasn't exactly a medical expert. If they were from someone else, Jackdaw was confident at least that the aggressor was no longer breathing. She would find it hard to believe someone could get away with that with Taerys.

Still, her eyes narrowed as she was dismissed, and instead she made a few casual paces forward. "I wouldn't, no. My knowledge of your race is next to none aside from the evident basics. And you're right, it doesn't concern me directly, but I've never seen you like this, and it's off-putting."

She was slipping again. God she had to work on this more, or not at all. This whole limbo stage with emotional-handling was not doing at all. "Okay, look. Let's pretend for this instance that I do care. Why don't we get you something to drink? It'll do you better than huddling up here like a lost kid, hm?"

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The Varaxian acknowledged her slowly, whether that was just a muddled mind or a play to get her to leave, she didn't know. In all honesty, Jackdaw felt a bit disappointed that Taerys actually responded. This was far from her area of expertise -it wasn't that she hated people, she just didn't know how to handle them anymore. It wasn't part of her. Still, now she was in, and she had to commit.

Turning to face her, she put her hands in her pockets, letting her own eyes wander for a bit. Maybe the answers would be on the walls, or literally anywhere else. When at last they settled on Taerys, she sighed.

"You're distressed," she said, jumping bast the faux-greeting. Though, the bitter edge to her own words was apparent to her, and she cleared her throat. "I mean. You're distressed, and that is...bad."

Yeah, that was perfect. A natural she was. "I mean, you're distressed, that's bad, what is bothering you?"

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Jackdaw gave one last look out to the hangar in hopes that she could see whoever else would be joining them approaching. She was getting antsy, and combining that with the new guy's whining had her feeling ready to snap. She gave a departing wave to Varus and Teeth, then made her way back into the ship. The punching bag in her room was wearing thin, but it could survive a bit more abuse before it would have to be replaced. She could probably blow twenty or so minutes batting at that, but otherwise she'd be condemned to just pacing the ship until they left. Oh the agony.

Entering into the hall, she missed Taerys at first. Her height on top of being slumped down didn't make for the easiest catch of the eye. That aside, the more alarming -or at least interesting- thing was the apparent distress the girl was in.

Jackdaw was caught between confusion and pity -for some unfathomable reason. Perhaps a few minutes ago when she was boiling, she might have scoffed and walked off, But at the moment, she wasn't a monster, and even if there was friction between them, just passing Taerys by wouldn't help anything. Besides, she figured the other girl wouldn't want the help anyway, least of all from her.

Rather than go over, she just stood her place, looking at the Varaxian and tilting her head. A question. An inquiry. Jackdaw was pretty sure it got her message across. Did she want help?