The girl wasn't lost--quite the opposite, in fact. Not lost at all, knew exactly where she was going, always. Kind of her thing. She was thin, lanky, and tall--dressed easily, casually, cargo pants and a loose t-shirt, sunglasses over her eyes as well as a few strands of hair, and a backpack slung easily over one shoulder. Her tail swung lazily behind her, curling in the air, close enough to not cause too much of a scene, but far enough away to be an annoyance. She stepped up to the door with the kind of cocky arrogance one only acquires by really not deserving it at all and tossed Varus a wave that seemed like it was pretending to try very hard to be professional, and then stepped past him. Wolf-boy in the shorts wasn't worth much, at least not to her eyes, but she paused a moment at the girl. She reached up one handedly, tugged the shades down, and a grin crossed her features. Her eyes swung the form quickly, and she lifted one hand, gesturing at the nodes. "'Eeeyy Jackdaw, didn't see you much on break. Figure maybe back on the ship I can getcha to reconsider lettin' me give those a once-over." Even with the "excuse," her voice could hardly be mistaken for actual professionalism--and her wink even less so.