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[trusts_evidence]

[taps his comms badge] CSI Willows?

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[hispeopleperson]

Ow! [sucks on her finger as she looks at Jool] That's sharp. [her commsbadge beeps and she hears Grissom's voice. Awfully formal, she smirked at the red head] Yes, Doctor Grissom, sir?

[trusts_evidence]

[makes a face at her reply] Last chance to spend two days stuck in a tight space with two humans, a Sebecean, and a Luxan and not with a lovesick Hynerian.

[hispeopleperson]

Yes please! Where are you! [waves at Jool and leaves the medical bay.]

[trusts_evidence]

Deck Two. Heading for Pilot, then back to the bay.

[hispeopleperson]

I'll meet you in the bay. Can I ask where were going?

[trusts_evidence]

[stops and glances upward for a moment] The supply run we've been discussing for three days. Half a day out, overnight to load up, half a day back. You go.. D'Argo might ease up on me a little. [smirks] He likes you.

[hispeopleperson]

[chuckles} He's just jealous that Pilot likes you better and he just met you.

[trusts_evidence]

[scoffs] I'm a likable guy. A people person. [even he doesn't believe that]

[realizes he should probably check with the rest of the guys before inviting her along, but both of them need to have some field experience, and in the hands of Crichton, Crais and D'Argo, they'd have to be safe, right?]

[hispeopleperson]

[can't do anything but laugh as she walks down Moya's halls heading for the docking bay.]

[trusts_evidence]

[reaches Pilot's den; stands in the doorway] Permission to enter?

[good_ship_moya]

[looks toward the voice] You may enter, Gilbert Grissom. To what do I owe this visit?

[trusts_evidence]

[smiles at the use of his full name, wondering for a moment if he's in trouble] You don't have to be so formal with me, y'know. [moves along the pathway] I just wanted to get your opinion, because I trust you. [reaches Pilot's side and nods to the large creature]

I'm going with the... [makes a face] menfolk.. on the supply run. D'Argo says it's time I earned my keep and Bylar says I'm capable of handling myself. [sighs and looks at Pilot]

Do you think I'm ready?

[good_ship_moya]

Officer Sun and Commander Crichton have been giving you weapons training. From what I hear, you've taken to the pulse pistols well. [stops for a moment and listens] Moya thinks you are more ready then Commander Crichton was after he arrived. [gives Grissom a smile] And I think those men need the guidance of your wisdom.

[trusts_evidence]

[smirks at the compliments; leans against the console and whispers] What if I screw everything up? The deal doesn't go through, Moya suffers. [raises an eyebrow]

[good_ship_moya]

[gives him a patient smile] If anyone makes a mistake, it will likely be Commander Crichton. I don't worry about you.

[trusts_evidence]

[smiles and nods] I wish I shared your optimism. [glances up] And Moya's. [nods again] I asked Catherine to come along. It should save everyone the trouble of one murdered Dominar.