Mosaic isn't used to getting lucky. In every moment of her life that she could remember bar today, the answer of the gods to each of her prayers was the same, "Work harder." Whenever Beri had a problem, that was her creed. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it did not. But every time the problem cropped up she would shoulder it herself and she would either be strong and clever enough to see it through, or she wouldn't. If she needed help, it was on her to know who to ask and how. 

To have been given the ship in the face of the Crystal Knight's oppression already felt like too much miracle for her to hold. Though she had paid for it, she hadn't [i]earned[/i] it. And now, stuck on the edge of a new problem she simply hadn't been equipped for... she watches Ohm spin proudly, and her mouth falls open.

"...Yes." she says in a half whisper, voice too full of surprise to maintain the remaining scraps of her composure.

Which god did she owe thanks to for this? Who was watching out for her? She'd have to leave offerings to everyone, just in case.

"Yes," she says again in a firmer tone, "I am the Captain here. I am in charge."

Mosaic clears her throat. Her shoulder slump forward, as though the aftermath of finding the final path out of all this had finally taught her how heavy her body actually was. Now she simply had no more strength to maintain the illusion of power any longer.

"And I have a problem, Ohm. We hauled this ship out of the sea without time to plan or organize what we were going to do with it. I have a handful of soldiers, and another handful of... I don't know what they are, bite-sized Ceronians, they're just a pack of wildcards to me. But mostly everyone here is a villager from around Bitemark. None of them have a clue what they're doing, so they're all just settling in wherever their feet give out."

She manages a weary shrug, and settles into a decrepit chair. She leans forward to rest her head on her hands.

"It's a disaster. I need to organize things before we leave the planet, or I'll never uproot any of them ever again. And there's no telling who'll kill who when they go for the same prize. I can knock their heads together just fine on my own, but I've got no plan to offer them and no clue how to build one when I don't know the first thing about this ship and what it's built for. I need to know more about this place. I need to know how it runs so I can get everyone settled where they'll actually be able to thrive. Otherwise you and I might as well just say our goodbyes now, 'cause we're gonna just explode somewhere out in the middle of nowhere."