[ Zoya forgoes the large amounts of chocolate for something much closer to her heart. Pickled fish.

(Yeah.) ]

How do you even acquire food when we're... [ She twirls her hand, tipped with sharp nails. You know. Space.

Saints. Space. She forces that thought out to reconcile another day. Or never. ]

[ Zoya is too proud to claim she would ever go scavenging through the piles of clothes like scrap, but she is also a Material Girl who needs to look her best. Her eye catches on some of the more lavish items, skincare and makeup with foiled packaging, gold caps, and glass containers reflecting under the ship lights.

With a flick of her hand, she turns the recycled air to knock an errant scarf over the pile of lotions and balms. Just as someone else might be picking it up to investigate underneath, she snatches up a rather expensive jar of face cream, a dragon collecting it for her hoard. ]

You can have that one.

[ She gestures to a plastic cheap looking tube of lotion. ]

Get away from there.

[ What's that? You were perfectly content and steady on your feet at the edge of the roofs when Zoya so rudely changed the winds, whipping them backwards. Gales with enough force to knock even a man on his ass. She doesn't really care about anyone's opinions though. And behind this annoyingly beautiful woman is her annoyingly beautiful compalion, a tiger in a deep stretch, showing its teeth while it yawns. ]

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Surely there are more pressing tasks than philosophizing if it's someones looks or manners that makes them more like a baboon.