The next few days were a silent mess for Kaite who fought to keep his own schedule under control to the point of being oddly distant with the rest of the crew. On the upside, meals couldn't be better, though not many had seen the aylv around. Most assumed he was hiding under a bed or somewhere in the cargo bay, and he frequently alternated between these before hall B-1's closet began to show signs of his activity. A blanket here and there along with a pillow and his stuffed 'Harrison Hare', some kind of stuffed white rabbit with a vest and monocle that often denoted where Kaite chose to rest his head. He wasn't one to break character with such rituals which were, of course, necessary and quintessentially paramount to his overall efficiency...ehem.

For Kaite sleep came sparingly. He was often on edge and uncharacteristically forgetful, exhaustion mostly playing into this since the aylv forsook the first two days of sleep before practically collapsing on the third.

[color=gray]I...

I had a...[i]dream[/i]...that I was on the sea. On a small boat, I desperately dumped corpses off the side and watched them disappear into the deep dark. Apart from literal connotations to haunt my psyche, the scenario was strangely surreal as I had never actually been to the sea, let alone seen a quantity of water greater than standard provisions found in a glass. The pitch of imagining the ink that consumed the faceless bodies of those my mind asserted upon me to choke breathlessly while I struggled with the mounting weight of each body. The struggle grew to the point of becoming a labored melee to work myself even an inch until giving in to the motion of the material beneath my knees after collapsing.

The pile never yielded; there would always be countless more to be discarded and forgotten.

All I knew was how deeply I [i]needed[/i] them gone...
Like an insatiable thirst or hunger, it felt natural to be rid of the figures. However [i]'why'[/i] escaped me, determination pressed on for what I could feel was becoming a damningly restless sleep. Bound with exhaustion due to my choices, this dream played out until the alarm-[/color]

-reverberated painfully throughout the room before the small clock was bashed correctly enough to end its racket.

Kaite pulled himself up to a kneeling position, staring off into the dark before directing his eyes downwards. Sleep wasn't much better than being awake, though even the restlessness of what the activity intended still staved off the waves of debilitating exhaustion that brought the new security officer low. His state was a new experience he couldn't entirely explain, leaving him 'stuck' staring into what he assumed to be the bland grey blankets of his bedding. Lacking a name for the disembodied weight that seemed to drag down every inch of his being, the sensation pressed in on him with the aid of nebulous darkness to the point of sending Kaite into a highly inelegant scrambling fit. Having resulted in a sizable bite-hole in his pillow while attempting to contain his noise, the Aylv had his fill and hastily got dressed, checked their composure while stepping out into the light of the hallway.

Making his way down the hall towards the bridge, Kaite let updates run on his eyepatch before stopping as the notifications and timestamps of arriving to port and an announcement of the captain having left stopped him in his tracks. Normally, he would continue about his business with watching exterior sensors and getting a glimpse of the outside through windows. Without a notable associate manning the ramp, he turned on a heel to instead to hasten pace towards the hangar. While it was more of Makobi's territory, Kaite couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a hand in getting actual work done.
So, opening and reading over the manifest while stepping onto the cargo lift, he quickly acquainted himself with the essentials for the task. Though it was mostly an insultingly trivial matter of scanning tags that coincided with numbers on a list, something Tango could do in a blink, a physical representative was typically the more accommodating approach for the dockworkers. That being said, Kaite was not completely prepared for the looks he received after emerging from the shadows of the hangar. Though workers had been prepared to service the criminal craft, a few ex-spacefarers found it hard not to notice the flick of rich, silvery, rose-blonde ears. A few even subtly hung back with their carts, gossiping about the Committee conscribing wild animals into the exploration crew. There were some small remarks from those less in the know about 'mascots'.

Looming at the top of the ramp, he slid on his operator glove and watched the list populate was checks and notes from Tango and others having already 'loaded' their choice goods. A few other notes regarding names of commodities confused him slightly as Kaite had never heard of an 'Ashely Hunter' or a 'Pip Bernadotte', assuming them to be some kind of specialized armament calibration.
This notion was turned in on itself as he noticed the Committee designation on one of the names in the section, an 'Achieng' with a notation of being from 'Clan Chima' spelled out how the names were new recruits rather than common equipment. If anything, this stipulation made Kaite chuckle from his foolishness, pressing a hand to his face with the shake of his head. Thankfully, he caught this soon enough before such names began arriving, and clicking on the names brought up short lists of appearances and other...less essential information.

[color=8882be]"Killer, killer, thief, killer, traitor~"[/color] Kaite softly chirped, dismissing his curiosity with the simple naiveté of his standings in the universe. What any of them had done made no difference to him, though he hoped Raymond could get a word in with them before they caused any kind of trouble. Although, for the moment, he saw himself as the first line of defense.