Cyrine follows Anastasia through the elaborate hallways, her clothing a crumpled mess against her chest. She eyes the tail as it bounces and sways from side to side. She stops as she is brought to the large double doors. Her eyes almost bulge of her head. "This? Is where I'm staying?" she raises a brow,"You weren't kidding about proximity.."<br/><br/>She reaches a hand out , cupping the Captains chin playfully, slowly brushing her thumb against the other womans lips. "Sure I can't convince you to accompany me?"<br/><br/>She knows the answer before she even asks- but she must ask..all the same.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>