Down in the cargo hold Myca was taking careful inventory of all the medical supplies left on the ship and putting together a list of things she would need to pick up on Zeus. It was tiring, boring work, but Myca didn't want to be caught without the things she would need for her people if the time came for it. Sitting on the floor with her legs crossed Myca pulled her long hair into a loose ponytail at the base of her neck as she counted gauze pads one by one. Before she could help herself her mind wandered to Bosco. Myca smiled and wondered if they could go for drinks sometime before the crew headed out again. "Damn it," Myca whispered, realizing she'd lost count. Sighing she began again.