Luna disappeared into her bundle of blankets for a second, then popped out wearing one of the blankets as a makeshift dress. It didn’t make as nice of a dress as she would have liked - it wasn’t as pretty as silk and it wasn’t all that soft, either - but at least it was warm and dry, which the rest of her really wasn’t. Especially her hair, which clung to her bare shoulders, dark and heavy with moisture.<br/><br/>At least she didn’t have fur to worry about. She pictured herself shaking off the rain like a dog. She smiled to herself, taking a blanket in each hand and skipping over to Speaker and Trix. The gravity almost caught her off-guard. She hadn’t really done a lot of walking recently, even on the ship, but she quickly caught on, not even so much as stumbling.<br/><br/>She puffed up her chest proudly, as though she’d overcome some great challenge, but felt her blanket-dress slipping suddenly, and had to pull it back up a bit and straighten it before resuming her proud pose. She thought it might be a little bit less effective after almost losing her dress, so she doubled down by putting her hands on her hips as well.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">“Ah. Apologies. There is a faint, maddening .. something in the air that seems to tug at my more primal and sexual urges. Please do not take offense. Do you suppose it is part of the planet’s atmospheric composition?”</span><br/><br/>Luna had no idea what she’d just walked up to. She’d been rather distracted by gravity, legs, and blanket-dresses, or something. She felt a bit like she was interrupting something, and was about to turn and walk away when she remembered she’d come over because Speakeasy McDiplomat had asked for a blanket.<br/><br/>So she did the only thing she could think of. She’d just pretend she’d been paying attention the whole time. Something sexy in the air? She could get behind that. She sniffed the air absently. She could smell damp tree, weird plants, glowy bugs, and the strange cacophony of scents their little group made, dulled by their nanosuits. Maybe Speaker found moist wood sexy? She wasn’t personally into trees like<i>that</i>, but she wouldn’t judge.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“I don’t smell anything <i>that</i> nice,”</span>she said. She was a bit jealous, actually. She tilted her head at Trix.<span style="color: #006666">“Do you?”</span><br/><br/>After a moment, she held out both handfuls of blanket to the entirassi.<span style="color: #006666">“Oh, right! Blankets! Take your pick!”</span>She smiled apologetically at Trix.<span style="color: #006666">“They only have really big blankets.” </span>Of course, by ‘really big’ she meant ‘human-sized.’<span style="color: #006666">“It’s like they don’t even care.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>