As with all ships, The Feriona had little space to spare. In space there was an advantage to using every inch of the ship you were protecting from the vacuum of space. However, being designed and built by human beings, it did have a few small areas between walls, hollow sections that normally were completely cut off from the day they were made.<br/><br/>One of these on the Feriona however, was currently occupied. On the second level, between the engine room and the computer mainframe, the occupant of the small gap between rooms was surrounded by blankets, wires, and very little breathing room as he slept. It wasn't until Captain Callum had left that a familiar female voice woke the blanket-wrapped, skinny boy in the walls.<br/><br/>"He's gone sweety, it's time to get up," Feronia said, waking the boy up a lot more gently then the captain. From the depths of the fluffy pile of bedding, a titanium/plastic arm reached out, waving for a non existent alarm clock.<br/><br/>"Gaaaaaa..." The boy moaned as he slowly removed a pillow from his scraggly black hair. "What the hell is the time?"<br/><br/>"Nails..." Feriona warned.<br/><br/>"I know, I know," he replied groggily, "get up and get going. Necessities and niceties. Shit, shower, and I don't shave." As he said it, he rolled over and pulled at a section of wall. What once was a perfectly solid section of a wall now moved freely at his touch. Just as he exited the wall into the mainframe room he heard Feriona laugh a digital laugh.<br/><br/>"What rude language in the presence of a lady," she teased, a smile evident in her voice. Nails felt a swell of pride even as she teased him, It had been partially his work on the sly that had made her so much of a real person. At the price that the actual owner had payed for the AI installed he wouldn't have gotten NEARLY as much complexity as he got. Actually, the difference in price probably covered for the room and board that Nails had been stealing for the past months. Probably.<br/><br/>"Well I've seen your code and I live inside your walls," Nails answered. "I can't think of anything more crude then that."<br/><br/>He took a ladder quickly to the kitchen, picking from the limited stores so as to not be too obvious but still get most of a meal. He quickly went to the communal restroom, used the sponge bath to clean up, and started his personally appointed rounds on the ship.<br/><br/>It had become normal for him, looking after the ship at the same time he had to hide in it, but despite his hideaway status, he took a certain amount of pride in his new home. He didn't know everything about it's upkeep, but he knew enough to look it all over and know when something might be broken. Not that anything broke yet.<br/><br/>"Nails," Feronia warned, her voice floating in through the walls with far less flirt in her voice then normal, "Someone's in the ship."<br/><br/>With a speed that was almost shameful, Nails mentally took stock of where he was on the ship, looking for another one of his many bolt holes. He managed to make it to an extra hollowed out cabinet in an air duct in the fifth level bunk room almost immediately, and only had to wait for about a minute before a very militant looking man deposited his belongings on a bunk before leaving again. It was Nail's first look at one of the new crew, and it didn't exactly instill I'm with confidence. He defiantly looked like he'd be able to defend the ship, but someone that precise looking would be hell to hide from.<br/><br/>Nails waited where he was for a long while before he heard from Feronia.<br/><br/>"They're gone sweety." She told him, "And I think they might be gone for a while. You should get your walk in while you can."<br/><br/>"Yeah," Nails said absent mindedly as he crawled out of the air vent. "I guess I will..."