HONEY, WHEN I GET RESTLESS ☆ picking a room

[LUMIA CIPHER.]

Honestly, Lu hadn't really been expecting anybody else to come and visit her down here. Despite the fact that she knew the Anchored Tempest to be a spot of activity within the group, both for trading and living purposes. She wasn't sure why, it just... didn't seem like many would care about her whereabouts, or actively seek her out. This thought process was partially because her mind was still a bit stuck in the past, back when she had been traveling with only her father. At that time, none of the loner groups would exactly care if she just disappeared, and well... Caesar certainly wouldn't. Him not seeking her out following her running away was proof enough of that. Now that she was in The Typhoon, though... she would have to become used to the fact that she had friends, and even family in the form of Vayne. It was natural that they would want to know where she was, and talk with her. It was a surprising fact for Mia to process, but also one that she found herself... happy to have to deal with.

Nevertheless, the wheat-colored feline still found herself jumping as the floorboards behind her creaked slightly, alerting her to the presence of another. As she whipped around to face the doorway, she found herself relaxing when she saw that it was Harland. Someone that she knew, albeit only briefly. It wasn't someone here to scold her for taking up a room that they had previously claimed, or someone coming to hurt her. She didn't honestly think anyone within The Typhoon would do such a thing, but habits died hard. After taking in a deep breath to help herself relax, Lumia offered Harland a small smile, hoping that would help to soothe the other a bit. He certainly seemed as though he was in his own kind of mess, if his frantic rambling was anything to go by. She was quick to shake her head from side to side, muttering after a soft laugh, "Hey there, Harland... thank you, I think it's pretty nice myself. And I appreciate the offer, but... I don't think I need much help. I don't exactly have much to haul around with me." She gestured vaguely back at the barrel, and the pair of items that sat upon it. She then added, her smile turning sympathetic, "And I don't think you're an idiot. Rambling a little, maybe... but I understand." Her social skills weren't the best either, and she had certainly rambled about various subjects to loners a few times in the past.

Lu was just about to ask Harland if he had found a place to stay yet, when another familiar voice reached her ears, effectively cutting her thoughts off. Her green gaze turned slightly to land on Vayne, smiling when she saw her niece peeking out from behind the other. The feline was quick to wave over at Vayne, saying with a broad grin, "Thanks! I think so too... I especially like the sense of company, without things being quite as loud as they are around the tavern." She glanced around her for a brief moment, as if imagining all the other rooms that housed other members throughout the ship. She then returned her attention to Vayne, a sheepish look coming to her face before she continued, "Although... I do feel a bit bad I haven't brought much with me. It'll probably be a while before this place really gets some personality, especially since I don't exactly have any furniture. Well... except the cot, I suppose." She lifted one of her lightly colored paws, batting it softly against the surface of the cot. The bed was certainly serviceable, but... not exactly five stars. Maybe she'd go to the tavern and ask for some more pillows...

Turning her attention back to Har then, Lumia decided to address the earlier question she had been thinking about. After all, the girl had been one of the many to see Harland drifting around from building to building, seemingly looking for a home. She wasn't sure if he had found one, but... it didn't seem like it. Head tilting to one side, the beta asked plainly, "Hey Harland... have you found a place to stay yet? I saw you wandering around the other day. If you haven't... maybe you could try giving the Anchored Tempest a shot. I mean, I'm sure the rocking back and forth is really nice for naps, and sleeping." Of course, Harland's issue wasn't with sleeping, but Lumia didn't know that.

WATER POURING DOWN FROM THE CEILING

— Reggan