CC let out the most unladylike snort when Nixon called for shotgun, then let out a loud laugh right after. That was more childish than she'd expected from him, but she supposed first impressions weren't everything. While most of the time first impressions were correct, for CC at least, it seemed for this particular band of ragtag men and women had a lot of layers. It was going to be fun finding what they were really like.
Shaking her head, she spoke in easy tones. "You'll get no competition from me; I'll be in the engine room, where the real excitement is."
Just as they were about to head in, their pilot and her brother had a mini-discussion before turning to her. Was this a challenge from their captain? If it was, the fiery girl would be happy to meet it head-on.
"Whoops, forgot about that. It's been a while since I last saw one." Truth be told though, CC had no strong feelings either way about being tracked. They could follow her to the loo for all she cared. But if Hannah didn't like it, she supposed they didn't have much of a choice. Their ship couldn't leave without a pilot after all; while CC was a fair hand at driving in general, she probably wouldn't be able to keep it up for very long. Taking off the glove to her right hand, she studied the mass of wires. Did these people have no sense of organization? "Hey if I cut the wrong one, what do you think will happen?" She simply smiled but continued to study the transmitter and wiring, until she finally managed to identify which one it was.
Lacking all the finesse that she'd been trained for, CC aimed her hand at the right wire and... fired! She quickly closed and pulled her hand away before it could cause any further damage. The sound of static filled the air for a few seconds before disappearing, and CC saluted everyone. "Done. Let's all hope and pray that wasn't the anti-heat shield for takeoff and landing. Now who wants to shake hands in congratulations?" She waggled her fingers at them, letting out a chuckle as she did so.
When no one volunteered and instead headed for the ship, the young mechanic waddled behind, stuffing her right hand into her hoodie pocket. Her pinky and ring finger had malfunctioned, no doubt thanks to using her laser. With a sigh, she tried to figure out what was wrong. The heat from the laser probably overheated some of the wiring that acted as the nervous system. That was the problem with testing out new pieces of technology on herself; if it malfunctioned, she could only blame herself. The laser was only a recent addition to her bionic hand.
Their tactician was being a loner and talking to himself, which piqued the mechanic's over inquisitive mind. "Come on Pops, time to get a move on." She reached up, lightly slapped his temple through the cloth hoodie, and held up a peace sign as she grinned. When you were with CC, personal space simply didn't exist.
Finally she entered the ship, fairly pleased with what she found inside. The exterior didn't lie about the interior. She immediately headed for the engines, but thought that maybe leaving her clothes and other things in her crew room would be better. To compromise, she simply kicked her mechanics items into the Engine room, the bag falling into place underneath the table with a satisfying thump.
"Score one for CC." Her right hand remained in her hoodie; she'd fix it once they started cruising.
She entered the room nearest, and was a bit startled to find someone inside already. "Hi Ricky!" The boy was frighteningly shy that he almost made the outgoing mechanic feel awkward. Almost. She was much more focused on her current dilemma. "Is this your room? Would you mind if we do a switch? I want to be nearest the engine room." When his enthusiastic sister came over the intercom, yellow eyes slid over to meet his, a small laugh passing her lips. "She's in her element, definitely. I better head over to my station. Come down if you wanna watch."
Once she was inside, she booted up the computer within, undoing her own wrist computer to sync it with the bigger device. A robotic voice started to tell her the status of the various parts it took to keep the ship afloat even as CC went to check those sections herself. "Status alerts every fifteen minutes." It correctly repeated her instructions. Once she was done doing the check up and everything was in order, she started setting up the needed materials for the bionic surgery she would be performing in a bit. In the meanwhile, she activated the intercom to let them know of how the ship was doing. "All systems are a-okay! We're not exploding or meeting a fiery demise today!"