Upon hearing Lyra's warning, Setsuko drank a good two mouthfuls of her soda so that it wouldn't be full to the top, and gripped the back of the couch, letting the tablet slide off her lap as she moved, wedging in the seat cushions so that it would not fall during the undocking process. Holding onto her can with the other hand, she held her position till the Sagittarius jumped, then eased her body when she felt that the danger of spilling anything was averted.<br/><br/>"At least we are on our way now, back into space," Setsuko mused. She looked back at Marina, waiting for her to answer her question.<br/><br/><strong>Quarters, 2nd Deck</strong><br/><br/>Panacea approached her room, just needing to lose the jeans and de-stress for a few minutes. Swiping her keypass she entered the dim interior. She never quite used the main lights unless she was looking for something, so she kept it low key to match her easygoing mood, usually just lit by a lava lamp and a few desk lamps.<br/><br/>The room was spotless, save a pile of clothes on one of the chairs. A pile of papers were on the desk, equations scribbled out in her language ad the workstation lit but idle. The katana she had ditched earlier was standing in the corner of the room.<br/><br/>With a soft grunt, Panacea undid her jeans and shrugged off her tank top, leaving her in a pair of cotton lingerie. That too was bothering her, so she shed the light blue garments into an untidy pile with the rest of the clothes, shoving them into the corner with her foot. She went into a storage locker on the wall, rummaging through the drawer until she found a pair of black satin lingerie; that was a lot more comfortable for her. Pulling it on, she fished around in the pile of clothes on the chair, yanking out the one of the robe-like gowns that she usually wore and pulling it over her head. It had a simple underskirt of one layer of a deep violet material, giving it the flow and fullness when she moved and sat.<br/><br/>She smirked as she tugged a black garter belt and some dark-colored pantyhose out of the pile, slipping them on. The people of her world wore light pants to cover their legs, not pantyhose. Her dear mother had already blown gaskets, calling them uncouth and "filth from Terran society." Panacea shoved her feet back into her shoes before donning a white fez hat, giving her the appearance of someone with dignified importance.<br/><br/>Dressed how she usually was when on the ship, she sat down on her chair at the workstation and checked her messages. Outgoing transmissions had been cut to stay low-key, but she had tapped into the long-range comm array back on the starbase to download anything she needed. According to her inbox, there was one from her mother, sent earlier in the day.<br/><br/>Though she was at odds with her family and most of her peers from her world, her mother still wrote her frequently, serving as her "inside link" for information and things, usually star charts and navigational information from the Magna Encartus Archives. This letter was no different, describing some issues that the Nostrados, a Notikan cargo vessel, had during a deep space trip attempting to resupply one of their science outpost. Panacea's eyes widened upon reading what happened, deciding to take it up with either Shay or Lyra later on. Moving on, she closed the application and fumbled for her drink, slumping forward on her desk over the equations, staring at them for several minutes before scribbling one line of variables and getting up.<br/><br/>That was too boring for her to do now. Deciding to try again later under less stress, Panacea left her room and headed to galley to scrounge up a snack to go with her drink.