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Taleste took a seat at the table, and helped herself to as much as everybody else allowed her to take (and one bit of toast more than that). When the Captain asked her what's new, she chuckled dryly. "Yur a regular comedian, Captain. It's been a whole pile o' nuthin for days. I only got out of bed for the smell of breakfast. Thanks fur makin' it, by thuh way!"

And it was true. Taleste had been getting increasingly reclusive as of late, staying in her room for hours at a time and only emerging to eat, answer summons or, when she was bored enough, come out and try to make conversation with an unfortunate victim. Half the ship found her and her alien accent annoying now. Luckily, there were still those who didn't, who were just as reclusive as her. One in particular that she hung out with more than most, and he didn't seem to mind her prescence.

"Tibulus!" Taleste grinned as the skeletal pilot emerged through the doorway. "How ya been, Horrorshow? 'aven't seen you in days!"