<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/><br/>With a toothy grin, Morag pressed two fingertips to the side of Dyn's neck. "Hhhmph. Pulse is fine, an' ye don't seem to be out of breath. Have to work on that', later." The touch became a brief stroke before the Chymist turned her attention to Miyako. "Don't you let th'Chief have you on. He's every bit as bad a'the one pettin' you, wi' his airs. Loves to let the lowers do 'is work for 'im, so he can keep 'is 'ands clean. Whiter than me own, they are!"  While she sounded completely serious and disapproving, she gave the purring catgirl a clandestine wink. Twitting the Engineer was her second greatest joy aboard.