[quote=@Dyelli Beybi] [h2]Zoe[/h2] "Why Mister Robertson, I thought you'd never ask!" Zoe declared with a slight smirk, extending a hand politely, to allow him to lead her to the dance floor. She glanced across at Carter, then Volodar and Arkadios, giving a quick eye to what was going on in the room before giving her full attention to Aden. She still had that slight smirk on her face, as if there were some great joke that nobody else in the room knew about. [hr] [h2]Arkadios[/h2] Arkadios gave a wry chuckle, knowing just enough Haltian to understand the comment, "I would suspect it is her," he paused, chewing him lip for a moment, before adding, "though your comment puts me in the mind to check. Do you know how to pilot a ship such as this Sir?" he inquired, "As an infantryman, I, sadly, do not, though I have a rough grasp of some of the science behind her operation, gathered through my own reading." He paused, clearly hoping to have someone who knew what to do with him, in the eventuality the ship was uncontrolled. [/quote] Volodar's focus remained on the Captain over the rapidly assembling group on the dance floor. The frivolity of the civilians and the young soldier was to be expected. "I have some experience flying these crafts, Captain," Volodar nodded in reply. "Though I must warn you, it was a far smaller craft as it had been personally constructed. I do have faith I can see us delivered to safety should the need arise." [quote=@InfamousGuy101] Miss Mitunbaal. She sat quiet, humming faintly, a smile on her lips but her eyes elsewhere. Carter had heard the talk, how she’d mended Aden with nothing but her hands, bullet wound closing under her touch. Healing magic, he’d always thought that sort of thing belonged in storybooks about queens and liberators, not in the middle of a cramped airship of a modern age. He’d seen plenty in his travels from rogue raiders blotting the sky to harpies dragging men screaming off decks, but healing magic? It was stranger than all of that somehow. Part of him scoffed at it yet another part couldn’t quite look away, curiosity gnawed within him. He tossed back the last of his glass, set it down and let out one last curl of smoke, slow and steady, before grinding the stub of his cigar into an ashtray. [i]No sense showing up reeking like a chimney[/i]. He let a slow grin tug at the corner of his mouth. He crossed the floor with usual ease, but when he stopped before her, he kept his tone gentler than the usual grin-and-draw some in the crew had gotten used to from the Mainer. “Looks like the floor’s startin’ to fill,” he said, a faint tilt of his head toward the two dancers, “Figure it might be better company with a few more steps in it. What do you say, care to join me for one?” he offered his hand to her. [/quote] Mitunbaal laughed lightly as she looked up at the Ardellian, her half grin remained behind a cupped hand. She swept a loose hair back behind her headscarf as she stood up. "I suppose it could not hurt, sir," she replied, taking his hand into hers.