Niesha had slept sparingly, her dreams tormented with nightmares, memories, and fears. She woke several times, her blankets wrapped around her, her breathing fast, shallow, covered in clammy sweet. Sadly, not an unusual occurrence for her. She finally gave up after the third time, and just spent the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling, until it was a reasonable hour to get up. Even then, she just sat on her bed, holding her bow in her hands, the one soft, uncared, normal. The other...well, that one had been maimed, and repaired with technology the world possessed. 

[i]Where are you, Mother, Father? Where are you, my big brothers? Are you even alive? Will I find out htat you died years ago, one day?[/i] She thought to herself, sighing softly, and laying the bow on her bed, rising, dressing, she brushed back her hair with her fingers, not particularly caring if it was neat and dressing in her usual clothes. She then trotted to the cafeteria, and silently got some food. 

She had been n the ship for a little while. She had chosen a bed, and put her stuff away, and explored the ship, and done any tasks that were required of her. She cleaned, offered to cook but she was terrible at that so sshe didn't do it too often, and did any tasks the rest of the crew didn't want to do.  Which is exactly what she did today, She stopped for a few minutes and watched  Faulkner with the new recruits, but otherwise she worked hard. 

She knew how to read and write, and could do both very well, and one day, she would transfer and copy the books that the crew and ship had, so she could have her own mini personal library but also to preserve what was in it. When the day had been completed, Niesha headed back to the cafeteria for her evening meal. She took it as a luxury that she could have more then one meal a day. 

She looked up as the Captain entered, and turned her attention to the speech. Niesha had a respect for the captain that she didn't for many other people. The Captain didn't have to give her a job, a place on the ship, but here she was. And that meant a lot to her. She looked about at the crew, new and old, studying them all. She knew soon she would have to investigate, to ask probing questions, but for now she was content to keep quite and to watch.