Halfway through the ship there was a blast of noise that was able to momentarily out-loud her wolf's barking, panting, and general excitement.  Instincts kicked rationalization aside, and she was running down the halls of her ship.  If not for the continuation of Fenris's barking and general pestness she'd have drawn her sword and started cutting through inessential parts of her ship to get to the heart of the matter.  "Damn it."  The woman stopped, and forced her hand away from her blade's handle.  "Someone's going to get shot one of these days.  I just know it."  She shook her head, and hoped for her friend's sake he'd shot through a window, because any holes in her ship were going to be copied onto him like a voodoo doll.

A moment was taken to gather thoughts, calm the blood before she continued to meet her chef and get something to eat.  She could eat anything right about now, but a salad was probably the wiser option.  Last time she had a chance to eat anything her heart desired motion wasn't possible for a few days, and going anywhere more than eight feet from the john was dangerous.  There was just some things you didn't want happening on a ship, especially since they didn't really have anyone for janitorial work.  "Maybe maintenance" she said as she began walking again.  "Whose in charge of that?"  Her head was pounded and the lack of sleep, along with too little food in her system, was causing all the faces and names for most of the people to blur around into some kind of freaky potato head with too many eyes and far too little noses.  She bit her lip and willed everyone's image to straighten up or she'd make them walk the plank.  

Abigail stopped a few feet away from the kitchen door.  She could've gone in, but there wouldn't have been much point in doing so.  "Hmmm?"  The razor thin eye brow arched high on the left side of her face and her arms crossed in front of her chest.  "Let's see here."  Five fingers opened up and started counting down.  At three fingers Fenris came in and sat down by her side.  At one the dog was smiling just as wide as his mistress.  When there were no more fingers left, everyone was out of the kitchen, and into the mess hall with her. 

"There's nothing wrong with my sleeping, Simona."  The Captain said with a smile, getting ready to have a seat.  "I do it when its needed, and put it aside when its not.  There's nothing wrong with that.  It's the way nature intended us."  A short pause.  "Oh, and as far as intention goes, Angelo, Please tell me you did't add any holes to the ship this morning.  We're going to be off in a bit, and I don't want to have to postpone that for repairs."  She turned her attention to the rest of the crew, smiling still.  "I trust everyone else slept well, and didn't do any damage to my golden bloomer?  Hopefully Fenris didn't wake anyone up too roughly."  She petted her animal until the chef mentioned someone new.  Her other eyebrow arched and her attention shifted to the drunk man.  "Fresh meat?"  She tilted her head to the side and stepped over.  "Hmmm?"  She sniffed the air and wrinkled her nose.  "I don't know anything about any fresh meat, but this bit surely doesn't seem too appetizing."