Sub sits up, scowling, and holds out her arms,"Do I fu**in' look like I'm with the fu**'in Empire?!" and she sighs, trying to calm down. "Sorry. I just get enough of that bullsh** when I'm on duty. Especially from Contrana."
The bartender puts a glass of ginger ale in front of Sub and she nods to him, taking a sip from the glass,"Stupid a**hole thinks that he can just climb rank and be able to boss my tail around. If I were an Andalite, I'd be captain that d*mn ship, and he knows it, too!"
She steps off of her proverbial soap box for a second to nod at Shal,"She said if ya get 'er the parts, she'll fix it up enough for you to get it to a real mechanic place. Or I can just take you out to get you a new one."