"They are." Yumeiko did not turn to face her supporter immediately.

She had noticed the other's apprehension for all the domestic applications aboard the ship. Indeed, it wasn't the sort of thing that she would expect from a combat vessel, herself. However, she understood the position they were in.

Earth was still teetering - they hadn't recovered, yet. Scourge forces on the surface were becoming rarer and rarer, and things were improving, but the surface still wasn't a very safe or hospitable place. After she'd lifted the shrine from an unfavorable place, she'd picked up pieces of this or that looked useful.

Yumeiko spoke softly, "this ship was never [i]intended[/i] for combat, Miyuki."

It was never really intended. It just came together.

She turned to face the other, that fact bringing forward a closely guarded fear.

Carefully, the priestess assessed her surroundings before she continued. There were too many passengers to hear.

She looked deeply into the eyes that matched her fur. She saw the worry, guarded like her own fear. She nodded softly, and then a movement to their side caught her attention, her ear perking. Yumeiko's head turned subtly, her eyes shifting more and she saw that some of the passengers had gathered in attempted stealth to get a better look at whatever was happening with their goddess and her provocative counterpart.

"Ah," she thought for a moment, quickly, of how to respond without starting some crazy rumor that she'd brought a demigoddess for a [i]consort[/i] or something. "Shall I show you the military decks, then? And the Core Tree. We'll take the lift, back here."

Yumeiko led the way, back to the intersection, and then the lift next to the clinic. The elevator console was a simple Aevon slab from which a holo-screen popped out. The call button opened the doors immediately, to a utility elevator within. Enough space for a gurney or two, doors plenty wide enough for maneuvering wide or long things. Plenty of room for all of their tails.

The doors closed and Yumeiko sighed as the elevator began to move. "This is a support ship, Miyuki. We stay back, behind defenses, and support the fleet. I send energy for shields, fighters for defense. I don't need to fight directly."

The doors of the elevator would open to the observation room for, "the hangar bay, where we keep our compliment of fighters. You probably shouldn't go in without a suit on. If the hatch fails for whatever reason, that's just space out there. The shield might catch you, if it's still up."

This room was empty, as well, Yumeiko noted, though crewmembers walked the catwalks on the other side of the thick glass.