“Ok then!” Seraphim replied, keenly.

“Hey, thanks.” Ruk said, eying up the other people in the cargo bay. Diarmuid and Bodach and both reappeared to help coax Omega into the hallway. The prevailing opinion was that exploring the ship would help him relax for the journey, except he didn’t really want to move. Diarmuid produced a battered old fiddle and bow and began to play it, emitting a bright and lively tune. Omega snorted happily and began to follow Diarmuid as he walked backwards through the blast doors again.

“There are more people here than I expected.” Ruk said. She took her helmet off with a hiss and cradled it at her side, suddenly self-conscious.

“Tell me about it. They’re all spread out, too, making it all feel very cramped. There’s a Chekeri called Tantō  and a quad called Rex setting up camp in the engine room. There are two, maybe three bipeds in the storage room and these two [i]might[/i] squeeze into the rec room. If not, they’ll have to sleep here in cargo.”

Light shivered. This whole arrangement was very irregular; despite how ramshackle the place was he had become quite ‘house proud’ of their little ship. These new arrivals had no idea where everything was supposed to be, and had immediately begun rearranging things.

“Anyway. This is all of us, I’d better get us in the air! Sooner we head off, the sooner we can get home.” He left them alone and headed to the cockpit. That was one room he’d forbidden anyone except Senjen to enter for now.