The redhead strode along with the captain as she left, quietly tagging along as she ran her errands with the sheathed falchion held at ease over one shoulder.  She seemed to be a light traveler, carrying little besides a few pouches at her hips--one with symbology of a medic.  She didn't waste words on idle chit chat, but would speak freely if addressed.  Occasionally a being of turbulent winds would hover down by her shoulders and play with her hair.