Out in the 'lobby' of the ship, she'd find Gidget and Kerric, the former looking like she just woke up from a nap, too, dressed in a fluffy pink robe with bunny slippers, the latter at the small 'kitchen' they had, deftly wielding spatulas as he makes pancakes and scrambled eggs. An older human, maybe early forties, with slightly graying hair, and a slight swaying motion to his steps, as if he were slightly tipsy, or so used to the subtle motions of a spacecraft in flight he adjusted automatically, he probably would be rather handsome if he kept himself clean-shaven and cared more for his rumpled outfit. His attitude and mannerisms spoke of someone who was either very cocky, or very confident in his abilities, and didn't need to impress anyone. Given the esteemed company, it was almost certainly the latter.<br/><br/>"Morning," he said, cheerfully, as he flipped a pancake in the air. "What're you interested in?"