A girl scampered up to the captain and briefly held a conversation with him, soon leaving with a pout on her face and wandering around the ship briefly. Soon enough, her face suddenly brightens and she goes off to find a corner to sit herself down in, digging into her pouch to pull out a small hand mirror and, oddly, tap the center of it.

She seems to speak quietly into the mirror, laughing aloud and quickly looking around, then quiets back down and scoots away from an approaching crewmember who offers her a friendly smile, returning to talking to her mirror for a time.

Eventually, she waves at the mirror, and returns it to her pouch, leaping back to her feet and grinning. She wanders into the lounge, settling down on a chair and kicking her feet, her grin fading. This was booorinnng. She was booooored. Hopefully someone else would come into the lounge to maybe mess around with. Or talk to, whatever. SO BOOOOORED. That inner revelation took place in about ten seconds of happiness before she got bored.