<b>Ship's Interior- Crew quarters</b><br/>For her part, Trixie travelled light. Her gear consisted mostly of a few changes of clothes, a helmet for her body-armor, and three bottles of fiery red rum from the last planet shehad visited... not a single gun, bullet, or knife. The way she figured it, all of those things would just get in her way while she was busy trying not to get noticed, and she wasn't exactly skilled enough to survive a shoot-out anyway. She was much better off using her abilities to warp people's emotions... or just to drop a rock on their head, if it came down to that.<br/><br/>Equipped or not, the camarian took her sweet time finding a bunk where she could set the climate nice and hot without disturbing her companions,  and stowing her luggage safely inside. Sure, she heard the call to the clinic, but she figured that the little boy toy was inundated with patients already,  so her presence would not be terribly missed for a few moments more...<br/><br/><b>Ship-Cargo Hold</b><br/><br/>Only once she was settled did Trixie stride down to join the crew. From the looks of it, most everyone was still waiting, awkwardly socializing in a loose cluster. Immediately,  the strangled emotions of the crew washed over her like a wave, and she couldn't help but smile as her own nipples started to peak up beneath the casual tank top she had donned. It seemed like someone here was winding up nice and tight...<br/><br/>"Hello again, all." For a moment, the Camarian debated taking another poke at Darion, or perhaps to the awkward sniper who was so clearly enthralled by him.  However,  she quickly dismissed the idea as unnecessarily wicked. "Everybody here for their booster shots?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>