Yes, she was badass,<em>so</em>badass it wasn't even funny.  Just awesome and badass... at least until it became clear that her standing at the cannon was no longer necessary.  That dragon wasn't coming back any time soon... she hoped.  Gave her time to go put panties on, lucky she had such a large collection of clothes as any good changeling did...<br/><br/>Then it was on to see the repairs... and it looked<em>fine</em>at this point.  REally, not a whole lot looking wrong with it... but her engineer - doing her job - told her otherwise.  Well damn... least they'd be able to get there tonight anyway...<br/><br/>"Yes, I like that idea; finish the repairs where we're safe; only a<em>fool</em>would attack Dragon's Roost without a full nation's army, and that dragon couldn't handle our ship's weapons.  Not sure about next time, since it can outmaneuver us now..."<br/><br/>Finding a nearby comm...<br/><br/>"First mate, heading towards Dragon's Roost again at just under half-speed, reducing to 1/3 speed after the first hour... after Janmorel gets back on deck of course.  It's going to be kind of a long trip now, so sit tight.  I want Cassie up the crow's nest, and Gondrith with you at the helm.  Marek, since I know you can hear me, I want you in my quarters.  Get moving crew!"<br/><br/>Why Marek in her bedroom?  Well, Mr. Asshole dragon had interrupted a rather lovey dovey situation earlier, and she wanted to pick back up there.  That, and she had just basically fended off a<em>dragon</em>with hardly any damage and no men lost... she wanted to<em>celebrate</em>!