Gwendel's ears tilted down in awkward disappointment when the only reaction he got after offering Lya his chalkboard was a nod. Not knowing what he should do, Gwendel stood there, clutching the slate in his hands, with a small, confused smile on his face until what appeared to be another Graecian Neko spoke up.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I think he wants you to take that and write the labels down that you can remember," Kit said, to the Neko girl when she pointed to the room.</span><br/><br/>Gwendel nodded at the sentiment, "As a matter of fact," he confirmed.<br/><br/>He was about to offer the slate to Lya for a second time when Garridan made an appearance, no doubt to fill them in on the ship's condition.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I have good news and bad news. The good news is that, as far as I can tell, the ship is ready to fly. The bad news.. Is that this shirt is probably never going to be clean again."</span><br/><br/>Gwendel let out the breath he'd been holding. He was sure that the bad news would be something to keep them from leaving. Luckily it seemed much more minor than that.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, sorry about his shirt,</span>the Graecian Neko thought,<span style="font-style: italic">but I suppose it's a small price to pay for freedom... Not that it was my shirt...</span><br/><br/>He shrugged himself out of his thoughts then, and offered the slate to Lya. While he waited for her response, he started a conversation with the other two nearby crossbreeds. His first thought was that he hadn't noticed the two at the campfire, and that decided what he would say to them.<br/><br/>"My, have we been introduced yet?" he asked rhetorically, "My name is Gwendel Nocturne," his smile widened as he introduced himself. "Call me just about whatever you like, as long as it's not Gwen." He didn't offer the vocal expression, but there was laughter in his slanted, purplish-gray eyes. "So how about you?" he asked, directing the question to both of them.<br/><br/>-----------------------<br/><br/>It seemed that the people he'd previously been interacting with had moved on to other things, so Nakutaro wandered off a bit. He listened passively to Garridan's announcement. The boy probably hadn't been on Astiria long enough to absolutely hate it yet. As far as he could see, yeah, they were stuck, but they'd also been given a place where only crossbreeds were allowed. At the very least, it was a place without prejudice. Perhaps that place was just moving onto the ship now.<br/><br/>Seeing another person without a companion, Nakutaro wandered over to Garridan. "You went all over the ship, right?" he asked the man, "Did you see a water tank? In the supply room, everything's in boxes. It's not the best place to keep water." Personally, Nakutaro didn't care much for water, but it was essential to most forms of life, and there was no way he could pilot a ship alone. He'd noticed several hollow areas where water could have been stored on the ship, but against steady vibrations like metal, water was almost invisible to a Seharian's vibration-based sight. It was fine against earth and stone, just not metal. He could have gone and searched each hollow area individually, but why do that when you could just ask someone else?