<div style="text-align: right;">(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb54/inkRP/Louis_01.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb54/inkRP/Louis_03.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Over the course of the few, uneventful days, Louis spent most of the nights awake, patrolling the area around the camp, sometimes wandering off for periods of time when it was apparent there were no threats nearby, and taking short naps, always returning by morning to curl up in the back of the wagon to eat a disproportionately large amount and sleep. She'd pop out of the back of the wagon every now and then, notably when anyone came back for supplies, and listened to what others had to say, not saying much herself unless directly asked. Light naps of varying lengths felt more natural to her than the more common 8-hour coma. Generations of rat pirates awoke whenever a merchant ship or a storm popped up on the horizon no matter the hour and were kept from developing a regular sleep pattern. Hers was their legacy, even miles inland like this.<br/><br/>As a result, when the wagon stopped, she was perfectly aware that it had, and it was enough to bring her to full consciousness. She didn't want to come from underneath the canopy where she rested, but she could hear the conversation shift as though there was some problem. <br/><br/><em>Men all the way out here?</em> She thought, her mood becoming foul. <em>They're probably ill-intentioned. </em><br/><br/>She took up one of her axes in her off hand as a display of her unwillingness to be trifled with and walked calmly to where the confrontation was taking place. She leaned next to Sapphire and spoke into her ear in a low growl. "I'll get the one in the middle. You make'n sure Twinkletoes stays safe." She was motivated less by the fact that the men had blocked their path in a vaguely threatening way and more by a combination of prejudice and her powerful instinct to steal anything they might have. Their interference was extraneous justification. "Wait..." Since she thought of the slime as a friend, she stopped to consider her wants, still whispering. "Ye like any of them?" It was an important question, considering the use of her axes in battle might ruin their appearance. </td></tr></tbody></table>