Raiven took in a deep breath, and entered Valria's room. 'Well, it is good to see you awake and rather well,' he said, his eyes focussed on hers as best he could muster. He wasn't like most human men, it was just that he felt rather, awkward. It would probably be worse if it weren't for the fact that he had spent a good deal of time in the police force with a squib who was typically half to fully naked... depending on the little buggers mood.
'Look. Please accept my... uh... apologies for that rather rude entrance. I should be more formal to friends, though I must admit I'm just not used to walking in on people like that.'
The last time he had, it had been with a human female named Ellen. She had slapped him rather hard in the face shortly after he had stumbled upon her in a dressing room... which he had thought to be empty...
...and then they had married five months later, go figure.
Raiven shook his head, and said what he had intended to say. 'Well, Zarcon is dead. I... must apologise for that also. I was the one responcible for his death... with help from that robot... T something. I knew you had said you wanted to be the one to take him down, but after seeing what he was doing to you... I couldn't help myself.'
He breathed a sigh. 'I hate seeing companions hurt, it angers me. I figure it kinda comes from working in a force where everyone you know becomes a close friend.'
Whisper was at the door of Zoe's room. She was just about to knock when she overheard the conversation between her and Delta.
She wants to be alone, Whisper thought. Just leave her alone, you've already caused her enough grief for the day, silly girl.
She sighed, and left for her own room.
Isodor continued to run about the cargo room, pouncing about this way and that... and hitting the floor several times.
'Ow,' he grumbled, lifting his head off the cold floor. 'Poetry at its best.'
He decided that he had done enough for the day, having figured that he would certainly need to see a doctor or similar to check his leg and back. Instead, he thought to have a peek at all the strange cargo that lie about the bay.
'Funny that none of this stuff got taken out before we took the ship,' he said to himself. He tugged at one metal container in a far corner, pulling harder and harder... until he fell backwards.
'Sealed tight,' he said to himself. 'Might be something like food in there, too.' He rubbed a growling belly, his mood shifting to desire... a desire for something to eat.
He made his way towards the exit of the cargo bay, when he spotted a metal crate with a lid that wasn't bolted down. 'Hello, hello,' he said, rubbing his hands together. 'Just one little peek, and then eating time.'
