The following morning and the days after, Molly began to grow more and more comfortable around Lily and Micah. She at with them, talked with them, and while she didn't know much about ships and mechas as they did, it was interesting to watch them work. She tried to ask them what they were doing, but when the explanation got too technical, she could swear she could feel her brain start to bubble and her questions ceased.<br/>One thing she did know, though, was cooking. As a nurse, her mom had worked all kinds of insane hours, often leaving her alone to cook dinner- with instructions, of course. She knew how to make quite a variety of things, and the young woman was glad she could contribute to the ship. Micah and Lily and Ivan did everything else, and she didn't want to be thought of as a leech or layabout by any means.<br/><br/>On the day that marked her first week on the Ivan, Molly was trying to navigate the zero gravity with annoyance down one of the ships corridors when she saw something red shoot in front of her. She flailed, trying to stop, which only wound up spinning her around lazily for a moment before she was able to see what it was that had crossed her path.<br/>"Micah, is that you?" she gasped, looking at the small four legged fox. "You're so adorable!"<br/>The red-head couldn't help but let out a little squeal of joy. Was it bad that he reminded her of all the stuffed animals her mom had bought her over the years? He just looked so cute! And he was playing with that thing like a cat with a ball of yarn...!<br/>"Wait...What's that? I've never seen him go after anything like this, or turn into an adorable little foxy!"<br/>If she could have figured out how to get over there without hitting a wall, she would have given him a huge hug.