During the rest of the journey Mishka seemed hellbent on pestering the chef when not being stretched out in Fray's lap. Mostly in feline shape unless there was planning to do she  mreowed and purred in equal parts to get Fray to scritch a certain spot or to show that she was utterly enjoying herself while curled up in her humans lap. Something that could change when others were around as she momentarily become more vigilant and then could spend minutes just staring out at the stars.<br/><br/>When they arrived she left the ship on all fours. If anything she wanted to know if she had kin here as that would mean information.