Fragile

[The comm clicks on to a heavy breath. There's a pause before Vie speaks, and when she does her voice is lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Instead Vie's tone is quiet but firm, an attempt at hiding any emotion but failing more than she would like to admit.]

Marco.

[Another pause. This is harder than she thought.]

You have my loyalty. I will aid you in whatever way I can, just as I did him.

[And that's all you get. She's forced calm for long enough for today. Vie shuts off the comm and lets it drop to the ground beside her. 

Anyone passing along Deck 12 might notice a young woman sitting against the door of room 1212. She's hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly ahead. Not wanting to believe that she's lost her closest friend once again, Vie is waiting. Silently she prays to every god she's ever believed in to bring him back, or at very least protect Godric and everyone else that's vanished without a trace where ever they are now.

Vie refuses to think any of those lost to be dead.]


(ooc: She won't be much for conversation right now. Vie's not taking the loss of Godric very well. This is the third time that she's let someone in only to lose them a short time after. She's got a pretty short fuse and is severely lacking patience. If she snaps, it's nothing personal. Vie's a bit of an emotional wreck right now. In time she'll be back to normal. For now? approach at your own risk. :<)

[The comm clicks on.]

It's come to my attention that however alike some of us may be in appearance, we are not of the same race or world.

Might I ask then, fellow passengers, what are you?

[She voices the question kindly, genuinely curious of those around her. Whatever caution there is of her actually trying to find out if there are any from her world on board is carefully hidden beneath her cheery tone.]