Vanessa felt slightly bad about having to continually ignore Fiddlesticks' flirting to the point that he realized that she wasn't into him, but it was truly for the best out of the whole situation. While she was hesitant to reveal her age to the crew, even her official file merely had an infinity symbol, she had been around more than long enough to know that anyone still mortal was better off with another mortal. Seeing your body grow old and frail while theirs remained youthful and strong was often enough to drive someone mad, much less ruin a relationship. Vanessa had seen it happen countless times upon her homeworld and it usually left both parties worse for wear. A professional relationship would be more satisfying in the long run, even if a physical or intimate relationship would provide more satisfaction in the short term.

Elarin's small spiel about how he and Will were the oldest crew members nearly made Vanessa giggle due to the previously mentioned age marked down upon her crew file. Regardless, Vanessa contributed nothing to that conversation. She had nothing to say that would help and this found the best option to be to say nothing. It was the most polite solution to the whole situation, and thus Vanessa chose it over making a snarky comment.

The display of cohesion that The Bees provided brought a small clap from Vanessa, not one of much flair or noise to disrupt the eatery, but a small and polite golf clap to show her appreciation for such timing. Shifting her legs had really meant nothing more than seeking greater comfort, since one had started to tingle from lack of proper circulation. Toony probably didn't know of this due to her inherent lack of a circulatory system, so Vanessa forgave the misunderstanding.

The offer of a meat flavored ice cream didn't really interest Vanessa, since she had indeed eaten earlier and was currently satisfied. On top of that simple ice cream, meat flavored or otherwise, wasn't nutritional to Vanessa. Vanessa knew that there was no way that the restaurant would have the machine dispense blood to add to the ice cream, since even her food had to be special ordered. Thus she politely shook her head at the offer and continued to wait for something that required her input to happen. Thus far, nothing was really and truly demanding of her specific attention outside of deciding what mission they would be going on.

Speaking of such, Vanessa was relieved that they weren't going to be taking the first mission. The ship, as had been mentioned several times over, was simply not built to handle that kind of combat, even with bizarre and unknown modifications made to it over time. The party was gaining traction, and thus Vanessa made a small comment about that particular mission. "A party? Clothes provided? I'm already dressed for the occasion." Vanessa made a small gesture towards the suit she was wearing. Most people would see it as being rather overdressed for simply eating at a rather mid-class eatery, but Vanessa was used to dressing formally for nearly every occasion. It was a custom upon her homeworld to wear your best as often as you could.

Vanessa didn't particularly care about the mission, but something did seem slightly fishy about someone merely throwing a party for the sake of throwing a party. Something insidious could easily be hidden behind the act of getting a large group of people together and allowing chaos to ensue. Vanessa had read about it in books several times over, and knew that this kind of plan dated back to even ancient times, as her homeworld bore some truly ancient libraries that held books even older than the library. Thus, Vanessa held the mission in suspicion, but didn't mention it for fear of ruining her comrades hopes at attending a party. That would've been rude, and Vanessa could likely think of several reasons to take no mission at all, but then that would have defeated the purpose of forming the crew altogether.

Thus, Vanessa stayed quiet, and would go with whatever the group decided it wanted to go with.