Cassia is already growing bored.  A tour of a ship is not what the dim-witted girl typically did for fun.  Of course, she had a hard time masking this, her arms crossed in front of her chest as she meandered about, her clunky shoes sounding though out the deck and hull of the ship with each step.  After a moment she decided to at least strike a conversation with some of the bizarre upright cat folk, if they even spoke her language of course.  Finding some that possibly seem as uninterested as she does she addresses them, "So do you all come to Rubis often?  What kinda stuff do you guys do while you're here?" she then ran her hand though her hair once more, an almost trademark subconscious action she took frequently.