<strong>Name:</strong>Elfi<br/><strong>Position: </strong>Ship's Slave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue (indirectly), Serenity<br/><br/>The last thing Elfi did after seeing to the galley was to pick up Sue's discarded apron on the way out.  Braxton hadn't bade her stay and she'd been called to Serenity's shuttle in his presence so it was okay she reckoned.<br/><br/>The apron was a pretty thing, even if it did smell slightly of Sue and had been stretched a little bit by him.  In the corridor outside his bunk, Elfi looked left and right then quickly tried it on.  Her hands smoothed the material down and for just a moment she felt like a real lady, all shiny and pretty and deserving of nice things.  Pity there wasn't a mirror so she could see how it looked.  Elfi smiled, then took it off and folded it sailor neat and tidy before putting it on the ground - deck she reminded herself - outside Sue's door.  Hatch!  Why did everything on a ship have a gorram silly name?<br/><br/>Elfi knocked lightly, then hurried away on clever bare feet.<br/><br/>Outside of the shuttle, she studied the com panel carefully.  It was all lights and buttons and letters and numbers.  She almost recognized some of the letters from Phil's patient but largely unsuccessful tutelage.  Cap'n had taught her how to use some of the things but had warned her right strongly not to go fiddling with something she didn't understand.  As a lesson, he'd put an almost rotten honeydew in the airlock one time and made her watch through the window as he vented it to atmo.  It had just exploded!  Then he'd left her to clean it up and said that's what'd happen to her silly head if she messed around.<br/><br/>Biting her bottom lip in study, Elfi reached out and punched the call button.  Wait.  Wait again.  Speak.<strong>"Mistis?  It's Elfi, Mistis, come to see to your cleaning?"</strong>