A tentative calm has descended over the crew quarters during the night-cycle, broken only by the occasional snore from one of the occupied bunks. At least one member is still awake and occupied - slumped against one of the pillows; Kit is, as ever, fixated upon a tablet, propped up on her knees while bare feet rest upon the edge of the bed. A lukewarm mug of hot chocolate waits upon the stand beside her. One corner of her mouth creeps toward a crooked grin, pearly whites peeking through. Ariel, meanwhile, has been overtaken by an uncontrollable urge to groom itself.