...Right, well. Thank Satan that's all over.

If anyone needs a helping hand anywhere, you know, I'm only a quick shout away.

[Filtered away from Jon]

On another note, my cabin's been turned over and my familiars' enclosure got overturned along with it. They'll know to make their way back to me eventually, but if you see anybody like this...

[She holds up a tarantula-like spider on her palm.]

...just let me know, won't you? And please don't...step on any. Thank you!

[Private to Abigail]

How did you make it through all of that business, love?

[Private to Mikodez]

I'd offer to cook, but - well, like I say, my kitchen's in no fit state right now. But if you'd like to meet up in the dining hall tonight...?

[Open Spam]

[Hilda makes a point of checking in and making sure her friends are okay, making particular care to check on those she's learned in her short time on board are inveterate dumbasses who can't be fully trusted to look after themselves*.

She spends a lot of time in her cabin, fixing it up room by room, and a few days later the regular rotation of cookies and brownies near the dining room coffee station starts to reappear.

She also does some spider hunting around the ship generally, and whiles away the odd hour in the library.]

[*if you think your character is an inveterate dumbass who can't be fully trusted to look after themselves, they are]