The bridge of the ship twinkles with myriad lights, every console reflecting hues of green. The ship's interior lighting is low, making the displays even more noticeable. At the front of the bridge lurks a shadowy form, clearly Demarian. As the hatch cycles open, Swiftfoot turns around, sending a glance behind her. "Hey, I thought I'd see you eventually." Razorback smiles, looking about the cockpit with keen interest. "I hope you do not mind my coming up herrre. I have neverrr been in the cockpit of a sship." Razorback nods silently, cataloging the information. "Quite interrressting."