As she eagerly headed out from her room towards the Bridge, the captain was intercepted by another crew member: the chef had finished showering and, when the message came through, dressed appropriately for piratical adventures. Thus, a deep-blue facsimile of the captain's coat and a shiny black pirate hat dominated the magenta slime's figure--much as she dominated the corridor. Showering, of course, meant getting rather wet... and she'd blown up about as big as was safe, to a looming eight feet tall.

Yuriko was intercepted in a literal manner: grabbed under her arms, and seated instead on shoulders. It was a good thing that spaceship corridors were so roomy, otherwise the poor thing would've had her head bashed against the roof. Repeatedly, and possibly quite hard. "Oh, captain, watch your head on doors..."

At least this way she got to the bridge faster. Her legs were small, after all.