<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/><br/>"I'm a fockin' Republican- as ye well know, Scarlett." Still, Mags grinned coolly as she tramped up the final gangway. She was used to the Owner's temper, found it amusing at times. After three centuries, nearly everything humans said and did was amusing."Gears," she added, with a nod for the Chief as she passed him. There was no bad blood between them- no blood at all, more's the pity- but since they came from entirely opposite sides of the Sciences-he from steam and coils and gears, she from humours and the bodily mysteries- they were honour-bound to at least maintain a front of distance between them. Not that it kept him from staring at her<em>decolletage </em>when he thought she wasn't looking...<br/><br/>The little catgirl appeared in front of her so suddenly, dropping form above, .Morag almost tripped over her. "And a good mornin' to ye as well, young Miss." Adorable little thing, but with the damnable habit of popping up anywhere and unexpected.<br/><br/>"So," she said, once she'd reached Scarlett's side. "Are we on course, then? Or've you even any idea where we're off to?"