“Fixed...” Donny lets slip, the kiosk was being unresponsive, and playing hard to get. Finally though, his endeavor was at it's end, or so he believed. At least he didn't have to worry about 'card' problems again, and even then he hoped he didn't seem like the thuggish type.
“Space spiders...?” He recalls the Captain mentioning them, it caught his ears, but he didn't pay much attention to it; he simply assumed she kept pet spiders of the space variety somewhere aboard the ship.
Fortunately, the trek from Xhava's to the kiosk was relatively short a skip there, and a sudden dead leg here showed Donny back to the shipyard. His pace slowed to a drudge as he neared the door to Xhava's side office. It was lunchtime, or just about; however, all that bothered him didn't arise until he was about to enter, “I better not be getting my fuckin' hopes up for nothin...” He gripes to himself before entering the office, “Xhava? I'm back.” He called out, only to see the female mechanical genius pale as a ghost.
A shiver trickled down his back, anything that could make the color fade from this tough woman's face definitely meant he should be cautious. “Xhava wha-” About to concern himself with the matter, the not so ladylike lady quiets him with a 'Shush'. Instead of protesting he just stood there, wondering where the Captain was. The whole situation made him nervously play with the card he had gone through so much trouble to change, just for this opportunity. Negative thoughts raced through his mind, all of which too fast to truly ponder on.
Xhava turned to the young man, “Sorry about that, Kid. Just some hairy business is going down. You fix your information card?” Donny nods, “Good. If you want, just sit down for a bit. She shouldn't be too long.” Another nod. Sit down, he questions inwardly, sit down and go insane you mean? He simply does as he's told. The heat of the office wears at him, combined with the fact that everything seems so odd and the bad feeling he has in his gut. Just so much shit.