Micah awoke in his nest of extra large pillows and blankets, yawning and stretching in feline fashion, crawling out of his bed and leaving his room. He didn't bother standing until he got to the kitchen, where he then folded his large wings around his furred shoulders. yawning widely as only a fox anthro could, he sat and listened to Liliya and Ivan talk. He stretched his hands slightly before starting to sign his reply :: No problem. After the life I've had, cleaning is kit's play.:: his hands spoke for him, since the wound scarring his throat left him fundamentally mute. Given that he didn't like the sound of his voice when he did once try to speak, he figured it was easier to use the common sign language of the Terrans.<br/><br/>Micah gave a soft purr at the gentle kiss to his head, ears perking forward as he listened to Liliya leave, finishing his food, then poured himself a cup of  coffee, a delight he discovered from his captain. He poured in some sugar, and sipped his drink. He let the hot mug warm the fleshy pads of his hands, before setting the mug down. :: so...:: he started as he yawned. ::where to first, Ivan?:: he signed, indicating he was ready to begin work on the ship. He like working for Liliya, since she actually appreciated what he did