Snippet #2277506

Artyom carefully listened to the orders that were given to him. Upon hearing the mention of a reward, he immediately put gathering information on the top of the list of priorities. He was about to set off, but stopped when he saw that Kanro was having more trouble with Volf. Sadly, the bio-android couldn't keep the ship running by himself, so Volf's presence had to be tolerated, however begrudgingly.

When the Captain assigned Indiela to assist with the task, Artyom raised his eyebrows a little in surprise. He gave no objections, but deep down there was a slight cause for worry. Would his comrade attempt to take the credit for herself if he found out something of importance? Regardless, he decided not to voice such opinions and instead see how things went.

"We should look around for provisions first," Artyom said as he and Indiela walked away from the ship and further into the station. "I shall defer to your opinion on these matters; I am... not the most skilled in the culinary arts." Even though bio-androids could indeed eat food and also cook just as well as any organic life-form, there's always that one person who'd burn a salad, eh? At least Artyom could focus on overhearing anything that sounded relevant to their cause.