Risty glanced over as Pascal, and frowned, realizing that a game of cards had started before she had the chance to join in. "Is it too late to join?" She asked him, her eyes still taking in the Cargobay. "Could use a few turrets, just in case we get pushed back..." She muttered, before sighing and grabbing a chair. "Nevermind - I'll just watch, if you don't mind." She said, before taking a Datapad from her jacket, and attempted to connect to the Datanet - Before Caelum and the Captain entered the Cargo-Bay. She nodded what Caelum said, and walked over to where her brother's men had deposited her gear - She left her suit of Combat Armor - That was too bulky to get up the ladder - But she grabbed her weapons and Toolkit, as well as a bag filed with her personal belongings. She started strapping her weapons to the various holsters on her outfit, then grabbed her Kit, before following Caelum up the Ladder - She wanted - no, needed, to see the FTL drive.
First, however, she would need to see her Quarters. She followed Caelum up the ladder, and then headed towards the room marked 'women'. When she entered it, she looked about for a few moments, her lips pursed as she inwardly screamed in frustration at the state of the room. "Well. This certainly is lovely. And a room just to us women? How fortunate." "God fucking damn it, the Glycon had quarters that were better than this and weren't fucking gender separated. I swear if anyone - ANYONE, asks if I want to help paint their nails, I'll blow their head off. Don't care who it is."
With only the slightest of twitches at her eye, she claimed her bed - By dumping her belongings on it. She sat on the bed, and took out her Datapad again, and silently began writing her first journal entry.
