She really shouldn't be making faces. She bears the form of the bright-eyed. The bright-eyed does not make faces that translate roughly to "you are not worthy of my focus." Or at least, not in as friendly a way.

Still. At least one person here is sensible, right Bella?

"That depends entirely on how securely that gag remains affixed," Alexa deadpans. "Trust me, I would love nothing more than to return to my post."

It was actually quite a nice job, after all. Nobody coming to steal ships, nothing to fight over, just long nights on the quad staring at nothing. Plenty of time to think.

Although... There's a twinge as she thinks of the tea she'd miss, the faces the Captain would not pull with no drinks served.

"But I trust she informed you of the seal that binds me to her. Any order spoken by her must be followed. And the same allows her to bring me to her side in the twinkle of an eye."

Oh by all the gods, earplugs. She's an idiot. Gags and earplugs, the magic combination.

"As such, until we find a way to remove said seal, I am afraid we must be unlikely comrades."