Brightclaw plays a little with the seat straps, falling asleep again. "Marrooon clouds..." Trillan steps onto the bridge, eyes immediately drawn to the viewscreen. "We going to head down planetside?" He flicks a curious glance toward Brightclaw. A thin trickle of drool cascades slowly down like a spider to the metal surface of a control panel from BC's mouth. You feel a sudden jerk as the ship speeds up. Snowmist's mouth twitches and she struggles to suppress a laugh--an especially bad idea in her present condition--and turns toward Trillan to nod in greeting, trying to distract herself.