YSS Hana
Wardroom
Zoeichi glanced at Sassa and nodded. "Glad to hear," she offered with a faint smile. A hand moving up to squeeze her shoulder. "Patrolling left me with bitter little time to do much of anything," she defended herself with a faint chuckle.
Leaning back in her seat with her hand dropping from Sassa's shoulder, Zoe briefly closed her eyes again. Before white eyelashes blinked open at the rustling and crashing of two bodies. Her ears, traditionally drooped down, twitched upwards at the distinct sound, causing her to turn in her seat slightly. Before glancing at Sassa, who was frowning and distinctly annoyed all of a sudden. She got up, only to return with a cleaning solution. While Zoeichi was more of the opinion this wasn't her, nor Sassa's mess to clean, she also realized the cook had her work cut out for her. She glanced over to the grey-skinned nekovalkyrja in question, who hurried away. Then at the iroma logistics worker, nodding momentarily before her gaze returned back to Sassa. Who joined her again after having cleaned up. She wasn't all too pleased by Sassa offering to do so, she wasn't janitorial staff. Though her face did betray little to nothing of this sentiment. And she mentally shrugged it off.
It wasn't up to her to dictate what Sassa did.
However, her initial remark when she came to sit beside Zoeichi, put the silver haired elf off. "We should wait untill Kaze-taii gives the command," her hand moved to her side. She gave Sassa a gentle, reassuring smile even. But she seemed ready to jump into action at just a moment's notice. It wasn't a second before Zoeichi pushed herself up. Putting a soft hand on Sassa's shoulder. "I will speak to Kamikaze-taii," she said with her hand brushing off the Nekovalkyrja's shoulder. And with steady, great strides, she moved out towards her CO. "Kamikaze-taii," she announced her presence, inclining her head respectfully, before nodding at the others present as well. "Is there a situation developing?" Her left ear twitched as she posed the question. Somewhere, she was uncertain it was proper form. And whether this paranoia was to blame on a lack of sleep, tiring rounds in her Mindy or a combination of the two remained a mystery. She glanced at the cook as she was given her own bowl of ice cream and offered up a gentle smile. "Thank you. And also, thanks for the amazing food," came in a hushed murmur.