Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

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Lo, another visitor!

[reconstitution]

[ The ship is small enough that the tour doesn't take long, though he decides to take to the halls on his own to really acclimatize himself to the atmosphere. There aren't many people, himself included, but it's still.. strange.

His augment allows for their ship to even have a small med bay-- which he supposes is what he's supposed to take care of? The room, as well as its meager contents, make him feel unsettled. He's not afraid of needles or medical implements, but he doesn't have fond memories, only a gnawing feeling of bad. So he aims to keep a wide berth from that particular room.

He's doing a well enough job keeping to himself that he doesn't expect to bodily run into someone as he rounds the corner. He hadn't even heard them approach.. Was he that far in his own head?

He looks down to say something, though his jaw snaps shut and his brow draws together. Her face is familiar. ]

..Oh.

[interspace]

[ At their collision, Misha steps back, hands in front of her to brace for the impact automatically before she catches up with herself. She looks up, a small smile spreading when she realizes who this is. It really isn't hard to put all the pieces together here. ]

Hey. I said I'd come visit, didn't I?

[reconstitution]

You did.

[ Even though she'd said she would visit, he hand't exactly expected that of her. He takes a step back to give her a bit more room, and it gives him the time to put together what she's anticipating him to say.

His eyes flick to hers and then down the corridor before landing back on her face. ]

Have you been here long?

[interspace]

[ She isn't really anticipating anything. Ball is in his court, and she'll play whatever game he decides to go with. ]

No, just been wandering a bit. I... did get a little lost there, but it's no big deal. You gotten used to it yet?

[reconstitution]

[ He looks around the hallway that they're standing in, brow furrowed. How did you get lost in such a small area of confinement? It wasn't his place to question it, so he merely nods in reply to the question.]

It will not take long to adapt. The layout is simple.

[interspace]

[ Because it's confined, bucko. She's used to flying in wide-open areas, not navigating small, cramped corridors. ]

Yeah, the layout... but there's also the people.

[reconstitution]

I suppose you're right.

[ This was far more people than he was used to dealing with, it slipped his mind that they would also factor into getting to know the area. It was never really in his job description unless it directly linked to an assassination. ]

[interspace]

How do they seem so far? What kind of people have you got?

[reconstitution]

The Captain is taller, slight. Inquisitive of the crew.
Blonde. Short, can do magic. The cook of the ship.
The pilot is broad, well-built. Potential threat if challenge is issued.