Where did the crew of this freighter keep their meals? While she hadn't travelled in a ship this size for any real time before, she assumed it was intended as an intersystem craft. And that meant they had to<i>eat</i>, right? What was she supposed to do with all these<i>pots</i>and<i>pans</i>and<i>trays</i>and all? Where were the meals? There were these weird glass cylinders of powders and dried leaves, and a tub that squidged inside when it hit the other wall and worst of all<i>empty</i>plates. Where was a hot and delicious meal?<br/><br/>Dressed in the taller Korthar's garment, the trailing ends of the robes were constantly threatening to trip the Serilline up, while the loose front exposed a full third of her pert breasts - as well as the clear fact that the outfit's usual owner was rather better endowed.<br/><br/>Despite her recent experiences, it didn't even cross Renaya's mind that the weapon the hairy male was pointing could have anything to do with her. Not really, even when he challenged her and demanded to know, "What am I doing here?" She dug into another cupboard with imperial disregard, tossing things out of the way as she dug deeper in her search, then turned back towards him with her hands in the air. "I'm<i>trying</i>to find something to eat. I promise you'll be reimbursed for your trouble when we get where we're going." She waved away his unexpressed concerns, then frowned suddenly. "Ah, where<i>are </i>we going?" He didn't seem to be affiliated with the attackers, and when the Guard finished dealing with the assassins her family would want to be able to find her easily. She needed to find a base somewhere and stay put, let Mother decide what to do next.<br/><br/>She hoped Cedri was alright. She worried about a pack of her friends, but Cedri was the only one who'd actually been in danger when she left. She wouldn't have left her if she'd been Qualified, whatever she'd said.<br/><br/>Outside the<i>Aurora</i>, the imposing shape of the battleship drew closer and the Serilline transport matched her course off her port side. The strikecraft were continuing to tangle down below, the transports forgotten. The Brivine Pilots were slowly getting the upper hand as their rivals were taking more and more chances in search of a kill.