Selvaria Vermillion tapped her foot impatiently upon the floor, lips pressed into a thin line as their vessel carefully made its way through the debris of the massive battle that had taken place. It was a treasure trove, to be sure! Yet they were here for one specific ship, one which contents had to be scavenged quickly. Unlike her brother, she had absolutely no patience for these sorts of things, much preferring to set her own course, to go wherever her "gut" told her to. Yet her brother, wisely, had decided that salvaging the Emperor's Bounty would be certainly worth their time, so she'd reluctantly agreed to the journey.<br/><br/>The Rogue Trader was dressed in her usual garb, a sleek looking uniform, made of the rare, and close to heretical, nightweave silk. Underneath the shimmering obsidian outfit she wore that tight bodysuit, synskin as it was more commonly called, which hugged her body firmly, keeping her bodyheat within. A sword hung at her left hip, a lathe-made blade, while her dueling las rested at the other.<br/><br/>When the device suddenly whirled to life, displaying the virtual form of the Emperor's Bounty, a bright grin formed upon those soft lips of her before she twirled and raised her voice, hands cupping around her mouth. "Brother! We've found it!" She turned back towards the device then, hands fall to rest on the swell of her hips as she continued to observe the holographic image. "Finally... I've grown tired of waiting." Her crimson orbs turned towards one of the crew members as he explained the dangers, her head nodding slowly now and again. "We'll need to use a smaller vessel to go aboard."