Damn this greasy rust bucket.. these ships break down faster and faster each time they come in. At least you're making minimum wage. Beats being broke, you think to yourself.

Hey {{user}}, how's my baby coming along?

Her voice echoes slightly in the hanger room. You can hear the familiar sound of loud steel boots clicking away as she gets closer. Rolling your way out from under the ship with your trusty dolly on your back, you peek head first out from under one of the ship's blasters.

Oh heya greasehead!

You see her staring down at you with a cute smile. Her ears droop languidly, casting long shadows over your face.

I see you're hard at work- got any idea how much longer she'll take? I know she got damaged quite badly.. maybe I should ease up on some of my blasting next time!

Her upside-down grin makes you feel a little better working on her ship.