Finnegan stood by the window, fingertips and forehead pressed against the cold glass, dark eyes staring out into the strange skyscape with rapt attention. Posture was the only thing that gave away the young human's gender. The clothing she wore was loose and rather mundane, with no frills or design apart from scattered ink stains and a bit of dust. Her hair was a vivid, coppery orange and cropped short, the unrully mop obscuring what little of the girl's face that could be seen with her nose pressed to the window. A simple belt was slung around her hips, just hinting at a bit of curve below the over sized tunic, and covered with a variety of odd little pouches and vials of ink. A folded sheet of blueprints had been tucked in at her side along with the orders that had brought her to the little room.<br/><br/>The dwarf's voice seemed to snap the ginger haired girl from her trance and she turned and flashed a friendly grin to the assembled ensigns. Her skin was pale, dotted with freckles across her nose and cheeks. The dark eyes peering out from wild orange hair, when combined with the rather sharp nose and rakish grin gave one the feeling that they were looking at a little red fox given human form.<br/><br/>"Finnegan Connolly. Librarian, bookkeeper, historian and nosy brat that never shuts up." she said in oddly accented common, her grin becoming even broader and more crooked. "Mind you I don't think that last one's official."<br/><br/>She tilted her head to the side as she leaned casually back against the window. The same question had been running through her own mind since she'd opened the letter. It was all she could do to keep herself from bouncing in place. Mysteries were fun.<br/><br/>Where most of the other new recruits had been, at best, disconcerted by their new surroundings the first time the strange ship had lifted off Finn seemed enraptured, and babbled questions a mile a minute at anyone who would stand still long enough to hear her, and many who wouldn't. She'd adjusted to the new life rather quickly, diving into her work with an enthusiasm she hadn't felt for years. Sure, she'd barely put a dent in the catastrophic mess that was the ship library but just being near that mass of collected knowledge was invigorating. She spent nearly every waking hour in her new domain, often sleeping in a bedroll she'd brought in and stashed behind the desk. While she knew the names of almost every member of the vessel's sprawling crew thanks to hours and hours spent updating and amending the log books and records, she could only put a handful of faces with names. On the rare occasion she managed to make it to a mess hall during an actual meal time her nose was inevitably buried in some book or another, though more often than not she missed them entirely and made due with whatever a flash of the trusty old sad-puppy-eyes could beg from the cooks on duty.<br/><br/>"Stonecrawler." she said, turning the name over in her mind. The sheer variety of races, creeds, and colors on the ship was almost as exciting as the library. Her rather remote homeland rarely saw anyone other than human. She'd seen an elf once, as a child, a high priest who'd come to bless the new temple, but only from a distance. Now she took orders from a halfbreed and was surrounded by people whose bloodlines she'd never even heard of. Three months of toiling among dusty bookshelves had done nothing to dull the edge of her enthusiasm.<br/><br/>"You're pretty new right?" she said, the questioning inflection a mere formality. One of her first jobs had been to enter the new additions to the crew into the log book, and she could practically see the page of neat little names and dates in her mind. She reached up and brushed her hair out of her face with ink-stained fingers, though it fell right back where it had been. "I just came aboard a few months ago myself. Hah, maybe we've all made some sort of horrible mistake 'n we're bein' made to walk the plank."