OOC: CRAP POST IS CRAP ;-;<br/><br/>Luckily for Avarien, his captain was asleep. Her head resting on top of the pillow with her arms crossed underneath. What he didn't know was the guns she always kept there as a habit. Old habits died very hard. The soft rise and fall of her chest told him she was still asleep - even despite the racket he had made. Whatever god looked after him be careful if he did wake her up. Karita was not self-conscious about her body. Tattoos of various tribal backgrounds danced along her shoulders and arms. Her skin an almost constant liquid tan.<br/><br/>However even though the air was warm in the Captain's quarters, Karita appeared to be shivering. Ever since the new cargo had boarded her ship she had been having nightmares. Horrible life pulling nightmares that had left her screaming into that very same pillow the night before. Not that Avarien or the others had heard. They were busy. Avarien had probably been getting his ass handed to him as it was.