<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“You can learn to live with all kinds of things.  That doesn’t make ‘em comfortable.”  Kaylee said, sticking her tongue out with a smirk as Sera mentioned she was used to the extra weight.  Still, she followed along beside Sera as she made her way down the corridor towards the bunks.  Compared to some ships she’d served on, the bunks aboard the Honey Pot were rather roomy … she supposed that might’ve contributed to Fio’s purchasing the thing.  Still, Sera’s choice of décor was fairly austere.  Utilitarian, some might say … barren, others might say less charitably.<br/><br/>“Oh?”  Kaylee said, her ears perking forward slightly with obvious intrigue, “Could be interesting … haven’t been exposed to much Dogsian culture.  Always wondered how our different hearing ranges might impact music.” She smirked a bit, kicking off her shoes before hopping up on Sera’s bunk, balancing on the balls of her feet so she could more comfortably reach up to Sera’s shoulders.<br/><br/>“Now … let’s see here …” she mumbled, sticking her tongue out and running her slender fingers over the plates hanging from the titanic woman’s shoulders.  She was searching, true, but she didn’t seem confused, more intrigued.  She avoided placed where she might get pinched by Sera’s movements.  “Looks like a pretty typical clamshell design over a soft-armored layer.” She mused, her hands finding her first latch and moving with a bit more confidence.<br/><br/>“Have you got any cybernetically implanted mounts?” she leaned forward a bit, closer to her ear, “Some worlds do that to career soldiers, to better distribute the weight.  I don’t want to tug on anything I can’t see.”