Emilie giggled lightly, watching the show. Stille's dancing caught her eye and she smiled at him. 'Emilie', she hesitently signed, not too good with the language.

Zemira stares at Stille. She grimaces. "He's so brightly colored. Ugh. And shut up Cyan. I am not discussing your fetishes with you." "You love it, dear. You want it." Cyan smirks, amused. He then winks at Emilie.

Emilie, as soon as Cyan winked at her, literally side stepped behind Zemira to get away from teh looks.

Zemira stares at Cyan, unamused. "Knock it off. We're not here to flirt, so go get the shit you found. Now." She stares as Cyan whines at her, sounding very much like a girl. "But I'm weeeet."

Emilie peaked out, looking up at Zemira. "Thank you..." she said softly, smiling a bit. She got out from behind the woman she didnt know. "Where are you guys headed?" the captain, Zoya, asked.

Cyan perks up. "Zosimo," he says dreamily. Zosimo is a known 'red light' district. "Stille needs more fabric." Zemira says this while eyeing the boy, whose ensemble was a fluorescent green. Stille watches her stare at him and tilts his head cutely. 'Is there something wrong with my outfit? Don't I match?' His eyes widen at the thought of not matching. Zemira grins.

Emilie blinked. She shook her head quickly. 'No - no, its not that,' she said quickly while her Captain blinked. "We shall accompany you there," he stated and Emilie looked up at him. "Wha...?" she asked and he smiled. "We. Are. Escorting. Them. There." he said more clearly for Emilie and she blinked again. "Wha...?"

Stille grins as Zemira stares. 'You need to not hurt my eyes when I look at you, Stille,' she signs, shaking her head. She then stares at the Captain. "You don't need to. I've been there before. It's actually Cyan's home."

"Please - I insist!" he said, smiling and holding out his hand for the female captain. "My name's Zoya! This is Emilie." he introduced, taking Emilie and rubbign her back lightly. They nodded to them.

Stile pouts, flailing. Zemira shakes his hand. "All right." She then stares at Cyan. "Go look in on Aislinn." Cyan frowns. "Hell. No. Not happening. She's creepy."

Emilie blinked. "Oh.. she cant be that bad..." she said, even though she didnt know crap about it. Zoya looked at her like 'shush, none of your bees wax,' kinda way.

Zemira chuckles. "She has an odd habit of giving people nicknames. For example, Stille's is sparkles. And Cyan's currently is Incu. But if he goes into her room wet it may be wetty, or something similar." She grins at that idea. Cyan grunts. "That's not even funny. I'm not going to visit her."

Emilie blinked. "If you need... I can," she said softly, voluntering. It was clear that Emilie was the type of girl that wanted to help out, no matter what. Zoya rubbed his tempes. He loved Emilie but... damn....

Zemira glances at her. "Cyan. Take her to the ship, damn it. You can wait outside, or put on dry clothes." Cyan perks up. "Mm. Kay." He waits for Emilie to follow then heads back to their ship.

Emilie tentivly followed, keeping up quickly and easily.

Zoya sighed. "Sorry about her, she's just...very hellbent on helping!" he tried to explain for her.

Zemira chuckles. "It's all right. It shut Cyan up." Cyan dives onto the ship. "Hello ship." He scuttles downstairs and points at a dark green door. "That's the room." He then heads to the next room to get changed.

Emilie blinked. She gently knocked on it, scuffeling her feet as she decided what to say and do.

Zoya nodded, smiling. That was so Emilie - leave him with the hot la - uhh, the other captain.

"Come in." The voice that says it is soft and hig, but a tad hoarse, due to the sickness. Stille dances around in circles, cheerfully. Zemira facepams. "He...is way too hyper." She has a slight smile, however.

"He and Emilie would get along beautifully." he said, smiling lightly.

Emilie opened the door, peeking her ehad inside. "Is everything... alright?" she asked, blinking.

The voice belongs to a small girl that looks like: . She tilts her head. "Yes. I suppose Cyan was supposed to look in on me?" She seems to know Cyan quite well. She coughs lightly, pouting. "Bad body..." Stille tilts his head at Zemira cutely. Zemira waves him off. "I don't know he's quite...out there. How he learned his way of speech amazes me."

Emilie blinked. Was this child younger than she was? Holy cow! "Y-yeah," she answered.

Zoya made a face. "Emilie's... not so out there yet so..."

"I assumed as much. Incu isn't fond of visiting me. Or germs." She chuckles. "I don't mean to sound rude, but are you a friend of his?" It seems she's trying to nicely ask 'who are you?'. "My name is Aislinn, by the way." She wiggles her fingers in a wave.

"He is. You ask him how old he is and he'll tell you in months." She rolls her eyes at that. "I don't bother repeating him when he does that. It's too much work to explain him, then."

"Okay..." Zoya said, blinking. He'd deduct it himself.

"I-I'm Emilie! Your captain bordered my ship and now - we're coming with you." she said. "Are you sick?" she asked politely.

"I..am regularly sick. I have a weak immune system. And captain is nice, unless you make her angry. Cyan's done that a few time." She giggles at that, still seeming cheery, even though she's sick.

Stille bounces over to her and tugs on her sleeve. He signs something that makes her facepalm. "I really do wonder about him. He apparently was calculating the time it will take us to get there and has come up with 4320 minutes..."

"Three days," he said, thinking a moment.

Emilie smiled softly. This child reminded her of... never mind. "I can make a wicked tea to make you better in no time..."