Aryia stood glumly over behind the captain, her mouth caught in a small fret as her eyes rolled to touch the bright titanium ceilings. The man was such a flirt and his company wasn't making it really hard anyways. Coughing lightly as the two were blocking the walkway, the brunette took off her frameless glasses before breathing on them softly, wiping the lense with her shirt. Her eyes were deep and uncaring, holding on a hint of green darker than the captains, in a swift motion she placed the glasses back upon her small nose and gently cleared her throat. She had to attend to the stocks of the ship, the provisions needed to be checked once more and the list for next weeks drops needed to be written down. Wishing to pass, she raised her right brow obviously annoyed at the duo.<br/><br/>"Captain, perhaps its best to take your business into your room? Blocking the walkways is a fire hazard."<br/><br/>Her smile was malicious as it was directed at the captain, slowly intensifying as it reached the blonde. She had some guts...a silent rage brewed softly in the soft orbit of her closed eyes. They were perfect for each other; the man she had grown to know as a womenizer and the new recruit whom she considered to be a Preying Mantis. Sighing, Aryia tossed her hair behind her, hopefully La Roux would have his testicles removed by the blonde; she'd do a favor for the world, the world needed more compassionate men, the ones that were seemingly boring and less flirts.