The wind caught just right and a faint scent of blood reached her nose. Wrinkling it, she fought back the growling in her stomach as she continued to study the thrusters. Whatever had happened, it had did a number on the ship, though apparently not enough to affect its flying capability. Though that smell sure was affecting her capacity to focus just a little bit and she brought her finger up to gnaw on her skin. There. That should satisfied the gnawing hunger until she could get home. Luckily for her, she couldn't hear the comments being mad about her. She would have gladly corrected them in quite a few things. For one thing: her entire body was rotting, not just her flesh. She was half vampire if the one time she tipped the balance was any indication. And finally, she didn't actually have a blood type. Least not anymore. Dying multiple times had that effect on the blood.<br/><br/>Hearing a voice, she turned to study the demon. Least that silly book had gotten on thing right. Not that she particularly cared. It had been a long time since she had believed in any sort of faith or religion. "Doug over on Juniper usually does good work. If you don't mind illegal parts. If you want more legal means, the United Air and Space Collation has a workshop just around the bend. Though to be honest, Doug has better parts." The fact that she may have been advocating for illegal purchasing of rocket parts escaped her mind. She knew where Doug got most of his parts anyway. It wasn't like she hadn't already figured that one out. Her eyebrows rose up just a little at that information. Ahh. So that was the explanation for the light in the night sky. The planet blew up and the resulting force caused the gravity to play havoc. Or something like that. It was a working theory and she wasn't exactly an astronomer.<br/><br/>And great. Another one who thought he was a comedian. She just gave him a deadpanned look. How she dressed was how she dressed. It was true it protected her from the sun and at this stage, a stake to the heart really wouldn't do anything unless it was actually left in there. Most people didn't remember that little bit so she had nothing to fear from that. "Too much sun is bad for anyone. It can cause a number of diseases and cancers, not to mention sunburns that can blister and do nerve damage if left untreated. It is the UV rays that tend to cause this and that is what many sunblocks block. Of course they are only so effect and if you are allergic to the sun, it is best to remain indoors. Which, since I'm out here, I'm not allergic. Is that enough info for you?" She wasn't exactly born yesterday. Far from it. She had a suspicion that this demon was looking for information too, if the fact that he was asking questions like he had all the time in the world. Which apparently he didn't as he flew off after someone.<br/><br/>A quick shrug of her shoulders and she decided to speak to the Captain. What could it hurt in the end really? And she was interested, though Cyprius being all cryptic like that just made her more curious. Apparently he had her number. Coming up on the two, she wrinkled her nose before turning to look at the Specter. "You didn't wash off as good as you think you did. Got any left over? Or are you actually one of the few smarter ones and got rid of everything?" She suspected the later since the blood smell wasn't very long. Turning her attention to the captain, she tilted her head to move her hair out of face to study the young pilot. "Yeah. Doug would like you a lot. Which is good cause he could probably give you a discount to fix that damaged thruster of yours. You must be a good pilot to flew with something like that working against you. What brings you here?"