Shaa Raa quickly found himself hosting some kind of humanoid lamprey. The ruby-skinned girl wrapped one leg around his waist and the other his shoulder while she hugged his neck with one arm. "Awww, don't be like that, Shay!" She forced her free (left) hand into his and passed him some kind of pastry that smelled like it had a frankly irresponsible amount of sugar baked into the glaze. She then rubbed his head with her right hand and flipped off him in a slow cartwheel that left her in a one-handed handstand at entirely the wrong angle to actually support her weight. "Half the fun of dancing is making it look like you know what you're doing!" She giggled again and finished her roll to bounce lightly on her feet.<br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Asuna!"<br/><br/>Asuna was a zeltron, that much was obvious from the skin and hair. From head to knees her exposed flesh was ruby red, her hair a dark sapphire, and neither shade was particularly uncommon among her people. Her build was lithe, her movements sinuous,  also very typical for a zeltron. Her hair was long, very long, pooling on the floor as she rolled and when she stood, hanging down to a bare foot above the floor. She wore her hair in two long tails, although they lost almost all separation somewhere down her back and flowed into a single mass halfway down. To her clothing, light and functional linen-white was her style of choice, a tight sleeveless tunic and short skirt (frankly modest by zeltron standards) with midnight blue thigh-high boots of some kind of leather.<br/><br/>But for all that she was exotic and different and alluring and shockingly young, two features stood out above all others. One was the bright smile that hadn't left her face. The other was the silver-hilted lightsaber on her hip.<br/><br/>"You can call me Tails if you want, hardly anyone does. Unless I'm flying! For some reason people don't like to call my Asuna when I'm flying. They're all 'remember your unit and number' and 'pay attention to the command channel' and 'stop giving enemy pilots existential crises.' So they call me Tails instead! I'll be in charge of morale, by which I mean cake! Also probably negotiations. But that just means I need to carry<strong>MORE CAKE!</strong>And probably special cakes, because there are some Gloomy Guses in here in desperate need of a pastry that absolutely in no way violates any Alliance agricultural or substance regulations. And pudding."