There's a mastery to Devero's movements that Eight cannot deny. Not only that but there was some indication to technology that reminded her of back home. Some kind of neural interface? Another interesting idea. She wonders if the Octarian higher command would use something like that.

She shrugs at the assessment. He wasn't wrong. "You'll find that when it comes to many things here, you have to make do with what is on hand." Her guard is lowering ever so slightly. She simply enjoys watching a mechanic work. Especially if he is better with her.

The question wasn't rude. She was the only one on the ship after all. "I'm an Octarian Octoling." Well, it was a name, for what it was worth. He didn't exactly ask for her to explain everything about Octolings.