DJanik had brought his ship in after the excitement of the afternoon.
Striding around the outside of the ship, noting the damage on his datapad, he shook his head.
If he survived the week, he was going to be honestly grumpy about how badly Nora had shot up his ship.
Poking at a mangled armor plate, he had to step back as it fell from the ship with a crash.
Damnit, Nora.