The idea of seeing Micah drunk was not enough to quell her worry about what was going on outside the ship, and she was quiet as she haphazardly followed Lily through the halls, envious of her grace. In comparison she was like a dancer with two left feet and a stump leg.<br/>She hesitated at the enterance to the control room, unsure if she was supposed to go in or not. Things had gotten very serious very quickly and she didn't want to mess anything up.<br/><br/>"What's going on? How many are there? Do...Do we really have to go and fight them?" Molly asked warily as she struggled with her harness for a moment. She did not want a fight. Fighting never helped anything.