"Thank you... John. I'll go find me somewhere quiet then."<br/>A little unsure of what she should really call him but taking after the others in using his given name Ris smiled and turned away from the path the others seemed to be using, Draile and Niva heading to the assigned room to prepare her outfit for the impending meeting, and as she got further and further away from them the level of activity also decreased. The design of the interior of the ship wasn't bad, it could almost be mistaken for some industrial inspired social hub in Pandemonium.<br/><br/>The thought of her home made Ris groan a little at the task before her, her red eyes quickly finding a staircase with landings of adequate size where she nodded to herself. Hanging her vest over the railing Ris was soon pulling off her dark boots to get her feet bare, her toenails artistically manicured in blues and silver. Ris then turned to her wrist and the device there, using her voice to control it now.<br/>"Command. Playlist eighteen."<br/>Draile had changed the settings so that Ris had to actually tell the device that she was using it before it did anything, he had figured it would make things easier at the meeting but Ris just thought it was a bloody nuisance.<br/><br/>Still, music filled the immediate vicinity of the diablerist now and accompanied by the latest hits of Diablos Ris slowly warmed her body up, stretching a little before at long last she was ready to give herself a good workout. It was obvious why she had chosen the staircase after a little while, it was one of those with open railings and banisters, plenty of props for her dancing even if one didn't count the steps themselves and she made full use of them aswell. It was probably a good thing no one was there to see her, even a seasoned visitor to Diablos would have had a hard time breathing as she swirled like a dervish between the floors though she tried to come back to where her things where. And far through the point where a human would have been exhausted the girl just danced.