It's making the most of the playtime, far from a smooth hunter or pouncer but making up for it in tail-wiggling enthusiasm.

His input is interesting and amusing. Abundant as her enthusiasm is, the deck freaks her out. Easily the least visited portion of ship, the stars only barely tolerable from the confines of the greenhouse or garden. "I'm glad to hear that! It seems to be popular, I never know if it's novelty or something about it really hitting people."

She met Randel on the deck. Not meaningful, but fond. Too tempting to stretch everything back to him, currently. She brushes it off.

"Could read there, too. Or I'm sure there's a room with a view in there, a big window. Some peace, some quiet, plenty of stars."