Huh, so this is what Reiko wanted to do...become one with this here ship. Having been one who was...technologically ignorant, Momozono didn't think you could actually do that. However, she obviously underestimated the abilities of Reiko. The oni gazed to her leg, the battle scars from her last fight still fresh, with out a single word, Momo effortlessly tore off a part of her sleeveless shirt and wrapped it around her leg. It was a little difficult given how thick her legs were, but...for the most part, the makeshift bandage seemed to hold which was enough for the oni. With that done she walked to Reiko. "So with you bein' the ship itself, does that mean we've won?" The oni asked. "Or do we still have to rough up a few schmoes before we win the fight?" Truth be told, Momo was beginning to get a little hungry...she usually never thought much on it, but her primal instinct as a man eating monster was beginning to resurface again with each tick of the clock. If she met anymore of those crew members...she might actually eat them instead of beating them to a pulp like she normall did...