"He-Hey, wai-- Now ho-" Miyuki was pulled by her hand back into the apartment-bedroom-galley-chambers... Apparently, the Goddess did not approve of her choice of [i]feet-things[/i], as the woman looked as if she'd barely been able to contain a snicker that could've very easily exploded into a full, roaring, uncontrollable bout of laughter.

They returned to the bedroom once agian, and Yumeko explained the concept of the feet-wear that Miyuki had chosen. The black fox merely responded with a disinterested ' Huh...', as if it were no concern of hers whatsoever if her foot-covering attire made noise or not when she walked... This girl might actually be fine with walking around in those shoes that made the 'squeaky toy' sound whenever you took a step... Nightmare fuel for sure.

Then the other part of Yumeko's speech came to the forefront. How did Miyuki want to present herself...? Present herself... Present... Oh... To the humans... And the others on the ship... Right... That was a good question... What... or how, rather, would they explain Miyuki's existence? Or what she was? OR what the [i]purposeful[/i] and [i]meaningful[/i] position, along with her [i]justifiable[/i] role was?

"... Hi, I'm Miyuki. Nice to meet you?" Her head tilted to the side, blinking twice.

.. Yeah... No... That wasn't going to work, and Yumeko knew that.

While the dark fox tried to come up with a reasonable reason to no be immediately airlock-scuttled by the crew upon their meeting... Yumeko would notice Miyuki's drawer. Specifically, the bottom-most one, which was still open... And inside, if she glanced... Was what Miyuki had in terms of 'foot-things'...

... And it was even more terrifying than she could've imagined...

A apir of neon, plutonium, nuclear-green rubber boots or waders...

A pair of oversized, steel-toe-tipped combat boots that were [i]clearly[/i] made for a man who was 6'2" tall and probably part of the military...

A pair of cowboy boots that looked as old and worn that it was difficult tos ay whether they were supposed to be brown or grey... And if they were 100, 200 or 300 years old...

Another pair of flip-flops, with a gaudy leopard print... And cutesty red ribbons ontop...

And, a pair of sneakers... That torn shoelaces, holes in the soles and were scuffed pretty mcuh on every single side...

... it was clear these weren't things Miyuki had picked out for hesrself, but most likely [i]donations[/i] given by her [i]trade partners[/i] in the past...