Much like Kahmori and Sheva, the Passenger Alert's voice had elicited a much milder response than one would have thought amongst the passengers, most remaining in their seats long after the monotone voice had rung through the ship. The few that had stood up to pick up their belongings weren't on their feet for long, settling down with little more than an armful of assorted items and returning to their pensive stares at the ground. The things they held greatly varied: plastic bags filled with clothing, worn-out backpacks bulging with odd lumps and edges, even old books and other keepsakes held loose. It seemed to show how quickly they had left, taking flight on the spacecraft after grabbing whatever they could, with only time and sympathies determining what they chose to bring...<br/><br/>Perhaps the two kitsune weren't the only ones on the same boat...<br/><br/>Regardless, it seemed most of the travelers in the cramped space of the ship were content with minding their own business, letting each other stew in their own ponderings and problems. However, the gestures Kahmori and Sheva exchanged had attracted a small amount of attention amongst those seated nearby, their gazes turning to the corner of their eyes to observe them as inconspicuously as the could. Some of the less altruistic people from before again found their minds wandering to less-than-savory places, although the male kitsune's earlier glares kept their jealousy within their thoughts.* However, a few other passengers, also lucky enough to have others accompany them on their trip, found grins involuntarily drawn to their faces, and before long a number of groups and couples let their gazes meet and their fingers interlock.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Visual contact has been made with Kiwara Station to the port side of the ship. The shuttle has bee cleared to dock. Please be ready to exit in five minutes.</span><br/><br/>Again, the PA's voice had little effect over the crowd within, even eliciting scattered irritated grumbles from those who found the words condescending. Another small cluster of riders would rise, slipping their belongings from the storage compartments now that the final call had been put out. However, seated on the other row of bench seats across from Kahmori and Sheva, a young anthro feline, likely only six or seven years of age, would peer up at his mother seated beside him. His clothes were obviously makeshift, consisting of patched brown pants and a sweater designed much more for a teenager than someone his size. The adult cat wouldn't be much different, her faded pink dress covered loosely by a brown jacket pockmarked with more than a few holes.<br/><br/>"Mom?" he would inquire softly. "What's port mean?"<br/><br/>"It means to the left," she would answer, patting her son on the head. "They said you can see the space station out that way now."<br/><br/>"Can I see?" he'd ask, gesturing to the porthole near Kahmori and Sheva.<br/><br/>The mother feline wouldn't answer right away, a tentative shift of the eyes alighting on the large shirtless kitsune and his smaller yet equally mysterious companion. However, it wouldn't be long before the kitten's curiosity got the better of her, and with a resigned sigh she would give a soft nod. Hopping off his seat, the cat would cross over and scrabble onto the seat beside them, peeking through the slightly-stained glass as his long tail whipped about playfully.<br/><br/>If Kahmori and Sheva also took a look out the window, they would see a huge steel-gray form just emerge over the edge of the large purple planet, the light of the distant star glinting off its surface as it spun into view. Even from so far away, the size of the massive craft could easily be made out, it's image filling the entire porthole despite the shuttle's distance. The dimly lit station would appear to have an almost top-like shape, with it's thin elongated central structure encircled by rings of compartments along its entire length. The rings themselves were divided into three vague sections, the center of which consisted of the largest center loop bordered on its top and bottom by a pair of slightly smaller ones. Above, the outer sides of the rings would be sloped, creating a conical appearance in the progressively tightening circles and the unmistakable glint of space-proof glass along their circumference. These would bear a stark contrast to the final group of rings, the layer of six compartments rigidly structured and holding a far duller look. Long spires of communications and power equipment protruding from either end of the central piece would complete the scene, adding a final sharpness to the entire space station as their shuttle drew ever-closer.<br/><br/>The young cat would shrink back slightly in his seat as he looked, somewhat intimidated by the sight that had been presented to him. Yet his soft green eyes held the unmistakable glint of excitement, his ever-active tail flickering about to the same beat.<br/><br/>*<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Yay for euphemisms... XD</div></div></div>