Myitt, deciding the equipment was much too heavy to linger by the door, has already unceremoniously dropped the machinery by Hunter's ship. She gives Conner a second glance, overhearing a little of their conversation. At least Sub is still alive, but what the hell was that about a Blade Ship? She looked up at the sky, then around the parked mixture of ships, and brought a small black cube out of her pocket. A transparent green holoscreen popped up, scanning and reading some fluid scrolling text. Apparently satisfied, she put the cube back into her jeans, readjusting her black jacket.
"Okay," she breathes, gesturing to Hunter. "You need chains and someone to lift your ship. I can help with the welding, but I can't fly my fighter at the same time. Besides, this thing is big enough that it'll strain my Bug's rotary gears if I try to lift it." She paces a little, looking at the equipment. "Don't you have a repair jack? This is hard enough without a proper Space Port repair bay." She rolls up her sleeves.