<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/20288c22b76ab22d34a1cb2afebe091d/tumblr_ob7liqF6RU1tk4029o1_540.jpg)</div>Tawny gave a soft<strong>"eep"</strong>when she ship rumbled to life under her. Clearly one needed to be seated. Since the best chair was (obviously) already taken by the captain's tight green butt, the Fursari had to make do with finding somewhere else to lounge. her tail curled over her thighs as she settled in, peering out the bubble-plazglass portal at the bulwarks of the station they passed.<strong> "Nothing untoward port side."</strong>She leans closer, and hisses softly.<strong>"Wait... Is that lady wearing <em>denim</em>? Barbarism, pure barbarism." </strong><br/><br/>Her tail flicked in her lap, and she looked back to her crewmates.<em>Seven minutes</em>? She might DIE. She began searching her very slim pockets for a piece of chewing gum. You'd think it would mix poorly with whiskers, but oh, the marvels of modern technology. Once the ship seemed stable, she was on her feet again, padding around the bridge, checking ports because, you know,<em>lookout</em>duh. She paused behind the pilot's station, leaning over 21's shoulder.<strong>"Is that... <em>you</em> on the cards?"</strong>Fursari can't whistle, but they can give mrowling purrs of appreciation.