Sabine had taken up residence inside the ship. It was a fascinating place, full of many passages and countless oddities. She'd spent days wandering the narrow halls. Nothing had escaped her scrutiny. She'd tasted and scratched and prodded at everything of interest. Her greatest discovery had been shelf after shelf of metal cylinders. After much effort she'd managed to tear one open. While the contents weren't the best tasting things, she'd found them to be edible and after much experimentation had come to favor a few different kinds. Of course it was nearly impossible to determine what she was opening as she was opening it, so each meal she made out of the stored foods had been a surprise.
As she returned from one such mystery meal, Sabine was surprised to find the scent of a young male wafting down the passageway that led to one of the comfier quarters. Of course she followed it; her hackles lifting cautiously as she did so. She'd started to get used to this place; started to get kind of attached to it. This brute wasn't trespassing, Sabine had no claim to the ship, but that didn't keep her from feeling protective.
The groaning of the springs helped her pinpoint the brute's location. She stood in the doorway of the chamber and "stared" in, her face lifting in the direction of the bed. ”Making ourselves comfortable, are we?”
