"Cerie's a she," Shuvin giggled a bit at the thought of a male Cerie. There probably wouldn't be that much of difference, to be honest. "She came aboard a while back after we had an indirect hand in..."
Shuvin stopped, her brow creasing in thought.
"Wait. Did she have her own ship? Or did the zombies just wreck enough of the port she didn't want to go back?"
She thought a bit longer, going to the cooler and digging inside for a drink, wiggling her hips and shifting on her feet in a physical tic she sported when she was deep in thought. She grabbed a can of Woobles, a lightly sweetened and carbonated milk.
"...anyway, Cerie's practically family here, but she often enough does her own thing. Which is what she's doing right now. Somethin' tells me it's a bit on the mischievous side, because she was tight-lipped about it before she left. Wonder what she's doing?"
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