Trixie met the angry kitty's gaze with her own cool, coy grin, and even gave Neymi a little wave as she stalked off to complete her "errands."<br/><br/>Gods, but she hoped that the crew was always so emotionally... fertile. For an empath like her, having such a wide range of emotions to imbibe and draw on was like having a fully stocked buffet and armory all in one. And she did plan to show her new crew that she wasn't just some back-alley flirt... when she had to.<br/><br/>"I for one look forward to following Mr. Commando into battle. Erm... well, having him follow me." She waved a hand through the chair again to remind Darion of her "talent." The one she had shown, at least. "And I personally have great faith in his ability not to get distracted by a swaying tail. He strikes me as the business before pleasure type..."<br/><br/>The Camarian stood and strode towards the door as well, stopping only to give her new CO and company a lascivious grin.<br/><br/>"Of course, I think it is safe to bet that he's shown a few girls what he's like off duty in his time. See you on the ship, lovelies." She almost felt guilty, feeding the poor man's frustration like that. But it was as useful an emotion as any, so why shouldn't she stock up?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>