<div align="center">--a month later--</div><br/>Things around the Ivan had settled into a quick pattern with Molly, Micah, and Lily. But the life of dodging space pirates and authorities was not for Molly. She had a rough time handling the injuries that often happened between the two, and living as refugees was not a lifestyle she could handle. though it was peaceful, the parting was not easy for Micah and Lily. They ended up dropping the little redhead off with a set of the few allies they had, where she rose quickly to be the head healer of the town.<br/><br/>Micah and Lily continued their search of Terra for rumored mecha parts and technologies. There was many leads, but nothing seemed to pan out for them.<br/><br/>Micah looked to Lily over breakfast one morning, signing with his free hand towards the raven-haired gear-head. <We need people, Lily... This ship has too much space for just us and Ivan. I mean, we have fourteen mecha bays, and only three are filled. and two of those aren't even in running condition. we have rooms for each mecha to have a support crew of ten, then room for the ship to have full research capability. Can we perhaps start looking for other crew members so that maybe, you and I can enjoy a night without having to watch a screen. it would be nice to enjoy a night with you too...> he admitted, grateful that his face couldn't be seen blushing under his fur. He didn't admit it openly, but he had come to care for the woman in their time together, and having spent quite a few months together, the fox wanted to have more free time with her. his hands went into motion again. <it's time to hire on more crew, Lily...> he finished, hoping his point got across.