<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OfDbPV3.png)</div><strong>Scarlett Khan</strong><br/><br/>Scarlett smiled up at Morag as she stood next to her, one hand idly reaching up to play at the vampire's fingers. "A Republican, right, I remember the Athenians discussing such an idea." Scarlett liked to imply that she had been alive for ages as she was a dragon after all. She shook her head. "Such nonsense. People need a wise Sultana, not the one who drinks the most at the local pubs." And thus she summarized her idea of democracy.<br/><br/>"And don't worry your gorgeous self, we're right on course for our next assignment." She said with the assured casual air of superiority that Morag would have come to recognize as a sign that they were drifting aimlessly and had no assignment whatsoever.<br/><br/>She glanced up at the retractable ceiling as Gears mentioned improving it. "Of course, you know you can always improve my lovely ship. But do take care you don't do it while my lovely Morag is about." She squeezed the vampire's hand. "We wouldn't want her getting sunburned." She smiled up at the pale woman.<br/><br/>When Miyako slid into her lap she grinned quite happily, her free hand stroking the cat-woman's hair behind the ears lovingly. "See this one knows her place." She smiled, her hand sliding down that long hair to her waist, squeezing it a little. She gazed at her adoringly for a moment, looking like she might just kiss her for being so wonderful, but decided not to.<br/><br/>"Oh Gears do stop upsetting everyone." She said with a smirk. "Sit down and have some tea."<br/><br/>