Level IV Hangar, Space Station Epsilon Gorthrak 7, Xantos System "No, I know the ad didn't specifically mention that you should have all your limbs..." came the reluctant admission though the expression that accompanied it was one of barely-contained anger. With teeth gritted, brow furrowed, and pointy ears folding back slightly the foxy woman behind the table seemed nearly set to pounce... or run away. "That's why I'm telling you now!" Taking a deep breath, Pei calmed herself and then looked up at the source of her frustration. He weaved and teetered in front of the makeshift booth, both because of his missing leg (replaced with what looked like the arm off a serving bot) and whatever drug it was that had him slurring words and oh so confident about his chances to get on her short list. Although it had just started a half hour ago, the hunt for a new crew was going... terrible. Everyone so far had been rejected, including the tattered old sailor before her, though he clearly hadn't gotten the hint. "I been ashtroid 'opping long 'fore ya're bar-born, li'l missy. Got more fiy-flyin' 'shperience in me one leg 'an... in yer whole body!" It was then that he leaned in and squinted, and Pei squirmed under the intense observation. "Uh- yeah, okay- okay sure! Right, you've convinced me! You're invited back to the second stage of interviews- it starts tomorrow, this time. Just come on by and we'll get to the more nitty gritty technical stuff!" she assured him, clapping her hands together and giving her charmingest murder-prevention-smile. It seemed to work and he nodded grimly in acceptance of her response before waddling off, his prosthetic 'foot' clapping the ground with every step. Before Pei even had a chance to slump in exhaustion, the next applicant cut right in. A chipper tan scaly alien with some sort of tattoo on his ridged forehead that had been gouged out and scarred over to the point of ineligibility. "Heyyyy," he started, and Pei lifted her head with a look of eager curiosity. "Your ship's the Feline Purrsuasion... but you're a Vulpinoid!" Curiosity melted into dismay, and annoyance. "With that sort of vessel name I really expected a Nekoid I have to say!" Burying her face in her palms, Pei's hands slowly slid down until her green eyes peeked out through her spread fingers. "Get out. Go, you're not hired," she muttered and at least this one got the message, giving her an angry trill and a finger gesture she didn't recognize but understood all the same. Thankfully he was the last one in line for now, though whether that was good or bad Pei couldn't bring herself to decide. "You may not have realized, but his facial recognition scan matched to the GC criminal database: he's wanted for a wide variety of crimes." The precise, modulated voice from the woman next to her might have sounded monotonous to the casual listener but as one who had heard it enough, Pei could make out the tone of chastisement. Turning to deliver a withering look to her clothesless companion, the normally upbeat vixen couldn't help but think that the tables had turned. "I don't caaaare, he's not wanted on my ship! I'm sick of hearing about the name..." she grumbled to the bot. Sitting naked and oh so content with herself, the silver-haired gynoid was officially there to record the interviews... But 'Heather' had so far been way more trouble than that advantage was worth. The solicitations and leering alone had almost made Pei send her back to the ship, but now she was really pushing it. And she continued to do so. "You are aware, it's not technically your ship..." Pei could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile tug at the artificial woman's lips! It made her tail and left eye both twitch. "And yet, if I left you in the vehicle bay and told the ship to vent the atmosphere in there... it would totally listen to me!" She countered in an edgy cheery voice and punctuated the threat with a chomp of her teeth, displaying pointy incisors that did absolutely nothing to intimidate the fembot. "You do know that I don't need to breathe." Pei wilted, ears drooping and tail flopping against the back of the chair. "Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhss I know. Else I woulda choked you to death a looong time ago. And even though that's true, somehow... you're still fulla hot air..." Anyone listening in might think the two hated each other. Or at least, that the flesh-and-blood one hated the SynthSkin-and-electrons one. And yet even after such an exchange they continued sitting next to each other, presenting a united front in the Level IV hangar while awaiting additional candidates to show up and make their case on why she should let them on her ship. The application process was as much a personality contest as it was a talent show- and with good reason! Considering how much time they'd be spending together, being able to get along was immensely important! Unable to help herself, a smile began to form on Pei's lips and her ears perked up, tail starting to go swish-swash while she smoothed out a lock of green hair down to the amber-brown tips. It was as if the last few failures in a row hadn't just happened at all- she couldn't wait to meet new people!