[D15, EA, briefing room, expecting] What could we do?

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun, who probably shouldn't be surprised at this point, just sits in stunned silence as she runs through the analysis.

"Um, yeah. You're warm." He runs a hand over his head.

"I don't reckon I've ever been indecisive in my whole life. But Creed's doing a good thing here, and they -- and you -- are... maybe people that I..." Even with opening up as much as he has, this part isn't easy to say. He sighs, then says a little quieter, "People that I care about. I don't want any 'company romance' messing up the team." He seems to be finished, but then adds, "You can't risk a good thing over a couple rolls in the bunk."

[Felicity]

Felicity nods a couple times in agreement. "Yea, and if things sour then it's a pain to have to be civil after." May God have mercy on anyone that upset Felicity, clearly. "So then, Miss Rupelle would be the safest direction, si?" Felicity was using his language now.

"She's not in the Company, so you don't have to worry about rank and favouritism in command or any of that junk. You also only have this contract potentially to make a connection. I certainly wouldn't say no if she ended up joining our staff instead." She chuckled slightly devilishly at the thought. "Imagine our morale if we continued having her feed and look after us all?" Felicity brushed her face to remove her cheeky smile, clearing her throat and trying to focus again. "You'll have more opportunities with the mechwarriors we have now and that join later, but Miss Rupelle seems to be on your mind the most. I could help ensure you had a little more time with her. Este... at some point you'll want to do something romantic or ask her out on a date. There are probably at least a dozen others interested in her. She's really well liked."

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Si," Bruun confirms.

As Fee discusses, Bruun smiles. "Yeah, she's really something." His look has a touch of dreaminess. At mention of others, Bruun grimaces but he nods.

"Yeah, I reckon everyone knows she's great. And she's so... innocent," it comes out almost like an insult, though he clearly doesn't mean it that way, "that I don't think she knows..."

[Felicity]

"I haven't met a woman yet who wants to remain innocent their entire life Bruun. Besides, she could be a princess in public and a wildcat in the bedroom. Wouldn't that be nice?" Once more Felicity adopted a shameless smile. She reached up to pat his shoulder. "Okay, so, you're going to help her in the kitchen after we hunt some game, and before that you're going to find out what her favourite drinks are to ensure we have some at the BBQ. Make sure she knows you're responsible for that. Then I'll give you both a nice moment or two. Can you dance?" She asks with a tilt of her head, trying to guess if he perhaps could or not. "Either way, it's a good starting point, si?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

The veteran mechwarrior continued to hang on for the ride that was Fee's help. He nodded along with the plan, but was rather at a loss regarding dancing.

"Reckon I'm as good or as bad as the next mech jockey," he says without much certainty. "In most mercenary outfits, it ain't something that comes up."

[Felicity]

"Pues... it's that, or singing. I'll get you both dancing together. You can count on me." She beamed a big smile again. "Make sure you find out about her favourite drinks, si? Hopefully it can be made from what we have and what's at the bar at the base. It'll be a really nice gesture."

[Dorgan Bruun]

"Favorite drink. Favorite drink. Got it." Bruun seems to be focusing to commit the plan to memory.

"Thanks for the help, Fee. Really. You don't need to do this."

[Felicity]

"I know, but it's fun." She brushed her tail against his arm. "And you seemed a bit attention starved. Maybe I'll console you if things don't go your way, si?" Fee nibbled her lower lip as she crossed her arms under her chest, lifting her bosom up a little.

"I'd hide some lewd pictures in your cockpit, but you would probably spot them in combat and fall over. That would be cruel, si?" Chuckling to herself Felicity got up and strode over to the holo tank.

"I'm going to bring up the specs on the mechs we found."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun seems to appreciate the tail sweep, but keeps from saying anything immediately. Fee's attention seems like a dangerous thing, especially with Snorri around.

He half smiles and nods about pictures in the cockpit being dangerous.

"Yeah, mechs, that's a good thing to talk about," he says awkwardly.

[Felicity]

"Always." They were mechwarriors after all.

Felicity starts slowly hunting around in the database for details on each mech. She finds the more common older models, such as the Griffin 2N and the Archer 2K easily enough, but the more obscure ones take time. "I may need to ask the techs for some help..." She mutters as the system struggled to find many of the Royal variant mechs.