Morgan pulls out her charts and scans her hodgepodge of navigation tools. As she moves past the atmosphere, she scans the glittering starscape, and sets the ship's course. She grumbles to herself as she examines the charts, tail holding a pair of calipers as she takes measurements. "Probably giant space squid breeding season, I'll bet you a gold piece. Mysterious adventurers chased by infernal forces? Never a good sign.. Last time this happened, it took me MONTHS to polish out all the stains."