Surt sat alone at a table in "Old Jenny's" slowly sipping at her coffee while looking down at the bear claw that she had chosen to go with it. It was only a short break, then back to more patrols, making sure the guests weren't getting into any physical fights or looting each other's rooms. She was still exhausted from yesterday's heyday, having been in charge of the security of the western for the day, so not only did she have to deal with all of the tourists, but she had had to manage the rest of her team as well. Thankfully the rush was over for now, but the bags beneath her eyes and the headache that pounded through her eyes refused to allow her any sort of enjoyment from the temporary period of peace.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Nestled within a quiet corner of the ship's skeleton dozed a pristine figure that licked her lips sleepily before starting to rouse. She had snuck in behind one of the scary things that had made its way into the cruiser. Slipping away on her own as soon as she sensed a branch in the ventilation system, she was lucky and found a small abandoned room that was otherwise sealed off from the rest of the ship. Perhaps it might have been intended as rooming for janitors, but for whatever reason its old main door was blocked and built over. The alien stretched as she mentally poked about, immediately noting the other Zerran that were dotted about, next finding the scary things. She'd have to see if the others might be any fun later after she'd found something to fill herself with, though she was keen on staying far away from the scary things. Finally she felt the minds of the smaller things that populated ship, numerous beyond either of the other presences aboard, but for the moment scattered apart. Crawling into the only entrance to her hideaway, the youngish Zerran was intent on finding something to eat, navigating towards the nearest of the succulent minds that had awoken her in the first place.