The crossbreeds just seemed to be sitting around a fire, she tilted her head to pick up the sounds better.  "Well it might help to have someone on board who actually knows what they're doing," said a Graecian-Elisian "If there's an instruction manual in there somewhere I may be able to figure something out, but I don't know much about ships as it stands." Despite how much aversion she felt, she decided it was time to come over maybe say something. She padded over slowly, clearing her throat so they could hear her.<br/><br/>Part of her wanted to flee before anyone noticed her but she held her ground, her dark ears pinned to her head and silvery hand rubbing her furry arm in nervousness. She crouched slowly and extended a finger, scrawling her name in the dirt: Lya Lyndel. After the last "L" of her name, she flicked her ears and a forked tongue darted out from her lips.