The med-bay? I don't even know where that is.

She appears disgruntled, with her cheek pressing into the fabric of her eyepatch that gives away what it is that she's feeling. Though she really isn't even sure she knows, she just knows she is lost. Oh-- and seasick. For the most part, the submarine seems to avoid swaying. In fact, it very well might be stationed somewhere and not moving at all.

But if she thought too much about the fact they were underwater, it immediately began to turn her insices into soup.

"Good for them."

Banging, getting their socks off with illicit drugs- isn't that the best part of a rogue organization of law-breakers? You did whatever the fuck you wanted without much consequence.

"I'd say it's a shame I can't join them."

The cigarette between the woman's fingers makes her chest burn with the craving of one of her own. But the thought of smoking in a metal tube where one wrong move could sink it, she had refrained from satisfying the itch during her stay here.

vesper hale

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vesper lets out a laugh at the first response before her voice is a bit more high pitched as she repeats what made her laugh so much.

"oh damn, yeah man, good for them."

the idea of joining random people while they were banging or getting high on rocket's time did not bother vesper in the slightest. as a matter of fact, she smirked at the idea and even had a few fantasies. though, they were short lived as she glanced to teh woman at her side.

"what if it's just like, rattatas or some stupid shit like a fish?"

that'd be her luck, fucking krabby's or something.

Remi Cassel