[i]Oh, thank goodness,[/i] she thought to herself. [i]Someone's here who doesn't already have a "best buddy" like these two.[/i][color=orangered]"Would you like to go together, then?"[/color] Mandie offered to Calliope. [color=orangered]"I'm curious what rooms are on the ship. And it's nice to meet you, Calliope."[/color] She botched the pronunciation ferociously and winces in apology. [color=orangered]"I'm Mandie. Mandie Swensen. Shall we go?"[/color] Without waiting for a reply, she marched with confidence along the hallway to the other end of the passage, where a door hastily-labelled "Kitchen" in Sharpie rested. However, in this moment, she realized she still carried a can of pepper spray at her waist hooked onto a belt loop, something she kept while travelling but that could be rather intimidating to the other passengers. She looked over her shoulder to Calliope, eyebrows raised. [color=orangered]"Go ahead,"[/color] she offered, gesturing to the door politely with a gentle grin. [color=orangered]"I'll be right back to drop something in my room."[/color]

She meandered down the hall, fiddling with the spray at her hip. It was attached to her belt loop via a clip with chipping metallic green paint, and as she attempted to unlock the contraption, a few flakes of paint landed on the floor. She pressed open the door with her back and tossed the pepper spray inside, only for the nozzle to pop off and the liquid to begin violently coating everything in its path. [color=orangered]"Oh, for Christ's sake,"[/color] she muttered under her breath, chasing after the canister.