Ju Min grimaced. Extra-Vehicular Activity suits. Standard on many military vessels, and very, very handy for salvage missions. And also very, very, very expensive. Not the sort of expense one could justify for a civilian ship though, so they were nearly impossible to get your hands on unless you had the right contacts. "Yeah, we have one. It’s an Andromeda-class. Nothing fancy, and not heavily armored at all. It’s pretty much exclusively for hull-repairs ." If this station had any it would put her in the fortunate position of having to decide whether to fence the suit, or keep it for herself. Though, in all likelihood anything the engineering wing had would be bare-bones. The combat-heavy stuff was probably in the security wing. Maybe if they had time she could try to scrounge some salvage from that wing after they were all sure the place was secure, maybe then.
"As for someone to stay on the ship, our best candidate is currently Kiran. And since I can’t trust him to make pancakes properly, I don’t trust him with run of my ship."
“They’re called ‘crepes’, Ju Min.” Kiran rolled his eyes as he stepped into the room, carrying a plate stacked with thin, misshapen crepes. He was wearing an utterly useless and un-marred white apron.
“It’s not my fault you didn’t have any baking powder. These are basically flour held together with, eggs, milk, and a bit of vanilla. I could have made regular pancakes, but someone can’t shop for supplies.” He set the plate down in the middle of the table, taking a few off the top for himself, then slid into a chair of his own.
“I figured I owed you, Zasha.” He flashed her a smile as he rolled one of the crepes and cut it into slices that could be eaten respectably. “Don't worry they're perfectly safe, just cheap and easy to make. I got the recipe from this gorgeous blonde beefcake name Yakob when I was at the Academy.”