The interior lighting being low doesn't really make Swiftfoot any less visible, with her pale coloration and all. The felinoid sits at the nav console, watching the landing pad on the viewscreen for the moment, a bottle of vodka in one paw. Torr strides onto the bridge, dressed for the beach and looking a little sandy. "Meowmix. What the fucks up?" An eyebrow quirks a little as he makes his way toward the pilot's chair. "Ain't gonna get involved," Malion says, as he makes his way towards his usual post. Wack! One Demarian tail connecting with a knee later. "Fuck Swifty... Watch that thing."