Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief at the movement the group had made towards the ship. She got up and left the diner relatively quickly, thankful to be on the move before anyone tried anything else. One person making trouble frequently made others more daring in their approach, and Vanessa didn't feel like having a mess to clean up. When the question of living quarters came up, Vanessa opened her mouth slightly to comment upon the situation, but The Bees quickly stepped in and handed out spare keys to anyone not already having one. Thankfully, Vanessa didn't need one. She was already situated within a special room upon the [i]Quest for Flavor.[/i] Vanessa's room was pitch black, unlike most of the ship which was relatively well lit. Within it, against the left wall, lay a couch for Vanessa to relax upon and read. A small portable terminal lay upon the couch and was plugged into a charging station tucked into the corner. The terminal featured a small light array indicating if anything had happened while it was inactive. Currently, a small red light on the array blinked. This indicated that there was a new message from someone. Also within Vanessa's room and situated against the back wall was a well stocked weapons workbench that Vanessa used to maintain her rifle, along with some other weapons from time to time. Next to this bench was a locker that Vanessa could store her rifle in for safe keeping, along with some other weapons should Vanessa find them interesting enough to keep.

resting upon the right wall was an ornate coffin, padded with red silk cushions and bolted in place. Next to it was a midsize clothes locker that held several sets of the same suit that Vanessa currently wore, along with perhaps a few secrets for special occasions. Finally, upon the right corner of the room lay a well stocked bookshelf of Vanessa's personal favorite books from the libraries upon Dämmerlicht. These were, of course, reproduction copies and not the originals, since the originals wouldn't stand up to the rigors of space travel. Upon the floor of Vanessa's room was a red and black oval carpet, intricate weaving depicted a bat similar in design to the one on the coin that Vanessa had given Clarke. A Celtic knot pattern twisted around the edge of the carpet. Everything else was rather plain within the room, with little in the way of extra furnishings and exotic decorations.

The room was kept specifically devoid of light to give Vanessa a small sample of comfort from the often bright lights favored by many. The walls, floor, and the interior of the door had been painted with special vantablack paint to absorb any and all light within the room, which left it much darker otherwise. There were lights present encase of emergency, but they were frequently left off since Vanessa could see perfectly even without them. Vanessa had been a part of the crew for a short amount of time. She'd been taken aboard in the brief intermediate time that the old crew had left and the new crewmembers were hired, which was present time. Vanessa's status as a vampire was known to both the pilot and the captains, since Vanessa was picked up from Dämmerlicht itself when the [/i]Quest for Flavor[/i] had stopped for fuel. The stop had been brief and Vanessa's introduction to the skeleton crew even briefer. Thus, most of what the pilot and captain knew about Vanessa came from her rather short personnel file, which left out a lot of details that Vanessa didn't want to trouble the crew with.

Vanessa being a vampire was likely largely unknown to the rest of the crew, unless they had already assumed it. Vanessa did make a small effort to hide her nature from the rest of the crew, though the presence of her fridge likely gave away everything. This was part of the reason Vanessa never gave an open-lipped smile unless she was truly happy about something, since she didn't want to constantly flash her fangs at her crew members and unnerve them. This was also why Vanessa usually ate separately, since she frequently added blood to her meals in order to make them actually nutritious to her. Normal food, while filling, carried no nutritional value to her, which blood did. So things like wings with barbecue sauce became wings with blood sauce, which is what Vanessa had ordered before. Despite her inherently messy eating habit, Vanessa did her best to keep her appearance clean, which was rather difficult with her suit. Regardless, Vanessa managed quite well, and even her white gloves were spotless of any incriminating evidence to her true nature.

As the crew moved aboard the ship, Vanessa would move momentarily to stow her rifle within the locker in her room. While she was within her room for a brief time she noticed the message light blinking upon her terminal and gave a sigh. She ignored it for now, not wanting to get into possibly sensitive material while anyone might be passing by. Leaving her room and closing the door behind her, Vanessa moved over to the common area of the ship and sat down upon one of the curved couches there. There was another across from her and a table between them. This was also typically where the crew ate their meals, since it was much more comfortable. Vanessa, while frequently present, had never eaten here. The smell of her meals was often enough to sour the taste of others, and so Vanessa didn't want to trouble her crew members appetites.

Now, with little more to do or say, Vanessa waited for something else to happen or someone to request her attention.