Not a moment after she declined the droid’s usher towards sitting down in the lounge, Alaisy entered the room, asking Emere her opinion on her new marks were looking.
“Welcome, welcome! What do you think? Looks much better now doesn’t it?”
The mercenary glanced up towards the Alaisy’s neck where her new tattoos were. Her skin wasn’t a swollen mess like before, and the designs were much clearer. She raised a brow, impressed with the work. The inky markings were darker than she was used to seeing, but she figured it was the result of using anthropoid venom.
“Looks good.” Emere resigned to her place on the nearby wall, her arms folded over her chest. It was work she could have done for the Sith if she would have just asked.
A moment later, Lucine entered, explaining away her tardiness. Behind her was Tabriss, the one Chiss she hadn’t run into any issues with. Yet. He was hauling the Aedile’s luggage in-- why she needed so much, Emere would never know. The credits must have been kind to him. No matter what the pay was, the Mercenary didn’t see herself sacrificing her freedom in such a way for any amount of money.
Her head tilted up in response to his nod. The dark-haired woman’s face returned to something between neutral and annoyed, which was plenty for Lucine to mention her mood.
“Do not look so dour, Emere. Our enemies will still be there when we return and will still be plotting our wholesale destruction. But I have always found that it is more satisfying to destroy my enemies when I am well rested.”
A scoff left her lips as she rolled her eyes. “Sure.” There was plenty more she wanted to say, but she chose to bite her tongue instead. The red-head had made something of a tentative promise to help her find her daughter. She didn’t want to burn that bridge. Her eyes lingered on Lucine a moment longer, tracing the outline of her figure. Not… not too bad, she thought.
Her attention turned towards the ruckus down the corridor that led to the lounge where they all resided currently.
“Here! I-I made it!” Eilen’s voice echoed down the hall before she came into view. The half-selonian was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and plaid shorts. She must have just rolled out of bed. Huh. “…I’m, uh… I’m not too late, am I? Eheh.”
“Relax, furball. We’re still waiting on Eevie,” Emere responded, rolling her neck from one side to the other, a crack audible if anyone was standing close enough. Deciding Eevie wouldn’t be for a little while longer, she went to select a quarter to store her things in.
Striding to the hall on the left of the lounge, she hit the console for the quarters closest to the Captain’s cabin, entering the room to see a single bed with room for one person-- well if anyone was creative enough, it could fit two. On the left, there was a small desk for, what she assumed, work or other things. She could set up shop and work on her weapons on the voyage to their destination.
The human removed her jacket, utility belt and was left in her black tank-top, and her grey cargo pants. Satisfied everything was neatly stored near her temporary desk, she made her way back into the lounge where everyone else resided.
Upon entering the lounge again, she spotted Rhylance first her eyes narrowing slightly. No way in hell she’d spend a week with this Sculag. Her jaw knit tightly, her teeth grinding together.
Her focus on Rhylance quickly subsided when she was hug-tackled to the floor, Eevie on top of her.
“I’m so excited that you’re here, Emere! We are going to have so much fun together. I’ll show you the time of your life.”
Emere’s irritation grew ever so slightly as she pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled in an attempt to subdue any violent actions she may regret… The pilot’s energy was something she still wasn’t quite yet accustomed to.
“Yeah… Great. Look forward to it, can you–”
"I’m flying, right?" The Sephi asked Alaisy.
Emere took the opportunity to slide from beneath her friend and get back to her feet. She helped Eevie back to her feet, her hand holding onto the pilot’s hand. For a moment the mercenary forgot about her anger and looked into the Sephi’s eyes.
She cleared her throat and dropped her hand. “Maybe… uh, next time… We do a… uh… normal hug, alright?”