"Aye-aye, captain!" Eris saluted enthusiastically, her breasts bouncing with the motion as she all but smacked herself on the head. It was a definite improvement compared to last time: she hadn't quite knocked herself onto the floor. Whether she was learning or just lucky, only time would tell.<br/><br/>The pirate-in-training had just made it back onto the Fuzzy Boots, doubtfully without incident, but seemingly no worse for wear. Whatever accidents had been stumbled into, scams fallen for, and decency laws vigorously violated, she was here without a scratch and still in possession of what clothing and weapons she owned (the latter still safely stored in her bag). Eris wasn't many things, but unflappable and good at getting things to go her way were two of them. All things considered, inducting her into the crew and subsequently letting her roam the Friendship 2 freely were two decisions that could have gone much worse.<br/><br/>"I'm pleased to report that I only got lost three times on my way here. The locals were<em>very</em>helpful. I will commence the stowing immediately!"<br/><br/>With that, Eris - finally dropping her salute - skipped off to... she didn't have much to stow, actually. Depositing her handbag in their communal quarters seemed the best she could do, so when she reached the first intersection, she turned in that direction. With that one task on her mind and the exciting prospect of space adventures ahead of her, Eris was cheerfully oblivious of anyone else on the ship, familiar or not.<br/><br/>Piracy ho!