She imagines it's a busier that has finite conclusions and end points, tasks that could easily be crossed off of a list in the repairs of the ship. Instead Jim had the perpetual task of shouldering the responsibilities of both his crew as well as the more daunting tasks of being political and personable to people she herself wouldn't bother her energies with unless necessary, and even then she'd need a good reason. Engineering is far more her style in regards to all aspects of the job it seems.
It's awkwardly a bit of both. Climbing had been enjoyable in the times it didn't require her to risk Krall's bees or other local scavengers seeing her in order to set her traps or hunt. Surviving had its nerve wracking moments, but the more she dealt with them the more efficient she became. Jaylah plans on applying the same sort of approach to the Academy and Starfleet, but with one major difference, this time she had a family to lean on when she needed a little help. This time, she's not in it alone.
Jaylah had taken her time suiting herself up, not because of any difficulties, but due to her analytical nature she desires to know how each piece functions so she could recreate or improve the mechanics on her own. A harness could be useful in the future, and she might need to build it from scratch or unorthodox supplies. She likes keeping her clever muscles stretched and strong. Once finished with that, her strange eyes lifted to the massive wall, and it's evident she's analyzing that as well.
"It is not the same as natural," she comments finally, quizzical gaze turning to him. It confounds her that Starfleet would spare that expense with all the technology available to them, or considering how many ships this man alone has destroyed in the name of the Fleet. "Did they not wish to make it real?"
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It's awkwardly a bit of both. Climbing had been enjoyable in the times it didn't require her to risk Krall's bees or other local scavengers seeing her in order to set her traps or hunt. Surviving had its nerve wracking moments, but the more she dealt with them the more efficient she became. Jaylah plans on applying the same sort of approach to the Academy and Starfleet, but with one major difference, this time she had a family to lean on when she needed a little help. This time, she's not in it alone.
Jaylah had taken her time suiting herself up, not because of any difficulties, but due to her analytical nature she desires to know how each piece functions so she could recreate or improve the mechanics on her own. A harness could be useful in the future, and she might need to build it from scratch or unorthodox supplies. She likes keeping her clever muscles stretched and strong. Once finished with that, her strange eyes lifted to the massive wall, and it's evident she's analyzing that as well.
"It is not the same as natural," she comments finally, quizzical gaze turning to him. It confounds her that Starfleet would spare that expense with all the technology available to them, or considering how many ships this man alone has destroyed in the name of the Fleet. "Did they not wish to make it real?"