With a datapad in hand, Nelleo, looked over its screen trailing off it's surface and onto the large screen above with a console sat connected to the datapad. Both screens displayed a variety of information, mainly ship related, but both were different in the eyes of the one who commanded control over it. Silently, Nelleo looked over the screen, his finger coming in every so often to do something changing the information on screen or inputing something into the datapad and reflectively doing something to the other larger screen he sat before. Behind his chair a gruff looking Duros spacer sat watching him work. He seemed impatient to say the least, but then most could not stand the silence as he could. It was an ability that came on the back of his extreme focus while working. Talking diverted some of the brain power used for working and was an unnessary action given that people came from all over to have their broken down ships repaired after being blown haft to hell by Sith, Republic, raiders, and malicous space debris. And to say that putting a fired comm system back together while integrating it back into the ships command system was and easy task would get you a silent stare and a shake of the head from him. But the Moogan didn't like to be kept waiting, like most, and began to speak. "Are you almost-" "Quiet please." Nelleo spoke plainly, unturning in his seat staring at the screens working. To say the least the Duro seemed offended by being cut off and silenced by this human. His features turned sour and he tensed up, his stance shifting to reflect this new annoyance. "Is this going to take any longe-" "It would take less time if you stop talking." The Duros wasn't easily shaken this time. "Look you! I'll talk when I damn well want to! Now are you almost finished here or not?" By now he had moved up to the chair and placed a firm hand on the top peering around and looking at Nelleo, who continued to stare at the screen working about, as if the Duros were not stand next to him. There was a long period of silence that the two sat in and with each passing second the tension grew within the Duros; Nelleo was much to busy to care about the feeling in the room. "Hey!" He shook the chair enraged by insolence of the human before him. "I just asked you if this was going to take any-" "It will take as long as it needs to!" Nelleo shot back. Nelleo, though able to hide it up til now, was annoyed by his client. "If you would use that thick, blue, empty head that sits upon your shoulders for something other than counting down until your next breath and finding reasons to demand quick service, you might have actually figured out that this isn't an easy process. And maybe if you had the slightest inclination the mental demands of my work you would understand that it needs a degree of concentration that you are depriving me of. Unfortunately for us both, you lack such mental capacity and insist that by producing increasingly agitated and demanding inquiries will produce hasten results. And all this time while I was explaining these things to you I was, in fact, finalizing the sync of all your ship's systems so that maybe you will have easier time not getting shot of space like the fragment of space debris you are." By the end, Nelleo unplunged his datapad, rose from the chair and moved passed the Duros, who stood stunned by the outburst. Walking down the ramp massaging his the back of his neck, Nelleo had put out his previous out-burst in place of something more soothing like the hum of frigate engines or better still sound of his footsteps. He wasn't opposed to sound, in fact he liked to listen to things. He just hated it while working.
But now that his job was finished it was time to head back to his other duties. He made his way to the turbolift and commanded that it take him to the Command deck. He had some test to do in Operations. Something about a recently reestablish comm relay. Sounded invigorating.