On board the rig, while things were tense for most people, in at least one case life went on pretty much as normal.<br/><br/>If what she had could be called a 'normal' life.<br/><br/>Halcyon had come with the ship.  When the captain had bought the contract for ownership of the vessel, apparently the fine print had failed to add the words 'comes complete with one idiot savant'.  Asking her name had prompted the reply "Halcyon"....but beyond that, she was incommunicado.  When asked what she did, she demonstrated....and it was amazing.  Unfortunately it had also necessitated an overhaul of the ship's computer.  The current one could handle her peculiar talents without shorting out or hard-rebooting every time.<br/><br/>After traveling with her, the crew was more or less used to her odd behavior.  She was (usually) quiet, kept out of the way (most of the time), and knew more safety procedures than most of the experienced crew did (unless she was purposefully violating them for whatever unknown reason she had).  By and large she seemed completely ignorant of the troubled state of the ship or the restlessness of the crew.  They had discovered she occasionally formed short term attachments to various members of the crew, seemingly without any more reason or rhyme than anything else she chose to do.  Oddly, she usually obeyed the captain's orders....more or less.  And the empath had declared her 'emotionally normal', despite her seeming cognitive disability.<br/><br/>Currently she was sitting under the table in the small, cluttered common room, slowly crushing and flattening her Toy into a concave sort of fan-like thing.  Each swipe of her thumb and fingers brought a soft melodic crinkling noise and a burst of sparkling lights from the device, whatever it was.  Dressed in a simple, tight fitting black jumpsuit, the usual ship-board boots, a largely incomplete utility belt, and recently scrubbed, she was pretty much the cleanest thing in the common.  She occasionally hummed softly at the Toy, or perhaps at herself, but otherwise - as usual - she was incommunicado.  Halcyon worked on her Toy, refining the crude shape by curling it's edges, smoothing out lumps here and there, or making sparks jump from her fingertips to the concave surface she was molding into it.