Once the engine room fell silent of anything but the 'not so panicking anymore' chatters of the other tied up engineers, a small compartment of one of the machinery in the room opened itself. Pop goes the feline boy from his hiding spot, checking if all the violent racket was over. A sharp screwdriver was tightly gripped in his trembling hands, a make-do trusty weapon of a technician. He waved his head around to check the prenises for any remaining pirates to find Ana and Jericho.

[color=f26522]"Boy am I glad to see ya two, thought we were gonna be goners when those filthy pirates barged in like they owned the place! Serves them right but ack, the bloody mess, I can't get used ta them."[/color] The Furlyne covered his mouth with his hand to force in whatever might have gone up his throat before turning back to Ana, his gaze averting to the side as he spoke. [color=f26522]"I guess I shoulda apologize for ma attitude back there. But I ain't changin' my mind about stayin', ya got that?[/color]