An Awkward Awakening [2430-1-3-Tues-8:00am]

[Grace Forjacks]

"See? You're adjusting already." And he was. Other men would have thrown a fit, threatened her or tried to take control of the ship. But he was already learning to roll with it. She'd seen potential in him at the bar, and now she was more sure than ever that there was something amazing lurking underneath. Something deadly.

"You can bunk with me a while, until you want your own space." The screen blipped, ship coming into range. She quickly studied it. Just an ordinary JR-32. They were ugly things, but they did their job, carrying cargo across the solar system. It was probably carrying meat, headed straight for Terra.

Grace looked back at Enan, "Anything else you need to know to start trusting me? Because I'm willing to talk. I want you Enan. And I'd rather not have you jumping ship on me. I can't promise I'll put all my cards on the table, but I can lay most of them out."

[Enan Breese]

He had enough info for now. Glad she wasn't a huge liar, he felt he could finally relax a bit since finding himself stuck in space. "I'll let you know in the future if I need to know anything." He stood up and walked to the door way and stopped. "Klove, he seems like a good kid. My main concern is that goblin." He started to walk away and added, "He does anything stupid, I can't be held responsible for anything that happens to him." Unsure if Grace had caught the rest of it, he shrugged and headed back down to go over the layout of the ship again.

He wasn't a fan of those green skinned, slimy bastards. If anyone on the ship were to irritate him enough to do something it was most likely the goblin. Just being around him left Enan feeling tense. Sure Quillan seemed like the type that could get on your nerves, but he had dealt with people like that all the time. And Castle? Well he seemed like he'd mostly keep to himself anyway.

[Grace Forjacks]

Grace watched Enan head out. Bit of a speciesist? She wasn't too shocked. Most humans were. It had taken Grace years to get over it. But once you worked with enough non-humans, it didn't bother you as much anymore. As long as nobody started anything, that would be fine. If somebody did, she'd rain down hell on their heads.

She unlocked the console and put her legs back up on it, stretching out. With all the work done, she had nothing much else to do but just keep her eyes on the skies. She might even have a nap, though not for too long. She didn't trust the autopilot. The saucer sometimes had a mind of it's own, and if you didn't watch her, the Queen would start drifting off places she didn't have any business going.