Eirene strolled through the decks, corridors, and spaces with a thoughtful expression, hands stuffed in her pockets. Through the whole trip she stayed at the very end of their small procession, observing the surroundings and calculating. How much would they need to restore the vessel to its former glory? The results of her estimation were making her hair stand on its ends. It would be a ridiculous sum, she decided gloomily just before entering the bridge. She moved to the closest console, looked at it closely, and finally leaned on it with crossed arms then looked around. Once, it had to be a beautiful ship, she decided. Too ornate for her tastes, but beautiful nonetheless.
She bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from asking about the location of airlocks (just in case they’re needed!) and looked after the retreating form of the Lord-Admiral with another sardonic half-smile. Truth be told, if she was in his place, she would wish to leave the presence of the shady mercenaries as soon as possible too. She briefly wondered about the professional relationship between him and the Princess. Was it good enough that he might straightforwardly tell her what he thought about the potential suitors? The smirk widened to a full grin at the thought.
The colourful bunch that replaced tha haughty Admiral was a more pleasing sight, even if they painfully reminded her about the fact that she was absolutely broke after her journey to Drinax. She unenthusiastically nodded a greeting towards the Bwap but didn’t move from her spot and once more turned her attention towards the console. She stroked it absent-mindedly and then tried to power it on.