Once the China Doll's engine was back online and the girl was set to full burn, Penelope covered a yawn with the back of the gloved part of her hand as her eyes turned to the little black box. As she collected her little project, she spoke to the thing. "Well, Scratchy, I'm going to leave her to ya. Come an' get me if anything goes sideways."

Any happenstance responses were met with her little smile as she turned with hands full of twine, a bag of miscellaneous bobbles, and half-covered hoop. Time for the first night tucked into her very own bunk, in her very own room. Well, borrowed, she acknowledged, but she was content to be where she was in the present. And well… Life was easier that way, and she liked to flow with it, because it sure was hard when you didn't.

By the time she reached the ladder down to her bunk, the craft supplies were tucked back into the little satchel she'd brought up with her and that was swung over her shoulder for the descent. It wouldn't be long until she was tucked under the patchwork of color, old soft fabric against her skin, and dreams taking a different sort of flight. It was easier to sleep in a room all alone after being on with her last crew. Before that, she had needed people around. But now, the hum of the engine was all that was required.

When she awoke the next morning, her stomach was what did it. Growling something fierce. She sat up, patted it and promised to not forget about food again. After she got herself all cleaned up. She pulled on a long cloth dress and pulled back her hair so it wasn't too bad of a wispy mess, and with a quick glance in the mirror she passed Penelope was on her way to test out a Firefly's version of a quick shower. After she checked on the nav console and Scratchy. [i]Maybe this calls for shoes...[/i]