Outside the brig, on the companionway, Juliette was gripping the railing, bent over and like Walter, equally hauling in breaths after lugging around a man almost three-times her size. As Walter commented on her footware, a smile pulled her lips back and she glanced over at him.<br/><br/>“I wear….what I want….” She wheezed out, then straightened and spun for the stairs, pressing a hand to the small of her back while Walter shackled up their quarry. “Ain’t no….concern of yours…”<br/>She slowly made her way back to the cockpit, reaching it just before Walter reappeared there and going over the engine specs as Kenzie got the ship turned towards and plotted for New Cheyenne. Satisfied everything was looking good, she stood and grinned over at Kenzie and Walter.<br/><br/>“Seeing as how our bounty went as smooth as it could have – minus some bruisin’ on the Captain – hows about we celebrate? Been chasin’ McClean awhile now. I’ll whip us up some eats… and I know you got something stored away to drink, Cap.” She said, the want and pleasure evident in her voice even as she swung out of the cockpit and back towards the galley, not waiting for her companions to answer. Because who was going to turn her down?<br/><br/>Instead, she hummed cheerfully as her boots clanked along the gangway towards the center of the ship. Its table still held the remnants of Kenzie’s spilled coffee and the tiny compact kitchen was filled with drawers and secured shelves were things that could keep for years were stored. She started peeking through them, looking for some of their favorites to rehydrate and heat up.<br/>