LilChevy
One Time Luck
A female entered through one of the doors of the ship, it closing behind her. She looked down upon the female, her eyes clicking as the gears within them shifted and dilated. She cracked her fingers, her right arm being completely made from auto-mail. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, and long brown trousers, her hair pulled back into a long pony tail, and resting upon her head was a pair of wielding goggles. She looked towards the younger man and her facial expression seemed to lighten up. "I was curious as of why we had stopped. I now understand that we've picked up another person. Shall I let the chef know that we are feeding another person sir?"