Naru's ears perked up and then swiveled slightly before shaking his head a little and letting out a sigh.<strong>"Hey! Careful up there! I know this isn't exactly a luxury liner at this point, but it's quite old and I'd rather have it as intact as possible! This ship is a valuable artifact! Also I can't imagine it's particularly comfortable up there...Unless that's your thing....Please don't let that be your thing."</strong>Naru said with a sigh and a light pouting expression. He didn't fancy the idea of walking through the downed ship and potentially stepping in a small puddle of "fluids". If nothing else Y'mir did not seem to intent disproving the stereotype that males from certain Mithra cultures were irrepressible horn dogs. Admittedly, Naru was not exactly one to break that stereotype himself, especially in years prior. He imagined he might have liked a life of being at the mercy of multiple wives when we wasn't reading...What he wasn't keen on was spending all the rest of his time at home looking after legions of daughters and a few sons all on his own, especially . He did however goals beyond that and he figured if ever the urge to settle down might strike him, it would at least be a few years.<br/><br/>With that, he got up from his ideal spot to go in and examine the ship further. Now his footsteps were cautious as he slowly looked from side to side, up and down, eyes rapidly darting from spot to spot as if he were memorizing and analyzing every single small detail of the ship he could find.<strong> "I wonder if any of the original supplies or cargo's left?"</strong>he said out loud without really talking to anyone in particular. He cracked open another journal and began to take notes even as he walked. While not the most coordinated person to have ever lived, there was something of a comparative feline grace (pun intended) to his motions, hips swaying slowly as he walked, each foot fall delicate, nearly silent.