<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7f/3b/bd/7f3bbdd6def0733ed91a929a4a1ada8c.jpg)</div><strong>Mishka</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yS9TTTwf-B_rLBCjIT9qZT64Z-1botUEjcUD5H0WHW8/edit)<br/><br/>There had been a certain amount of grump from the pile of floof by the end of their journey to the space port. Mishka had clearly been missing Fray even though it was she herself that had ordered her to rest. Worry had overridden that need to be scritched and enjoy a warm lap...she felt like a benevolent tibbit, albeit still grumpy.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the ship she stretches fully. Fingers to the sky, and a rigid tail as a small pleasant shudder ran through her muscles so she could relax and turn to Kiki. Hands settling on her hips as she thought over what her companion had said. "Getting them before lift off would be best. A fight in space might leave us without a pilot and we would be sitting there, ripe for the plucking." Then her gaze turned to the city. "Then maybe after mission we could enjoy the city itself."