Waiting In Town

Sitting at a corner table in a canteen within Cratertown, Ghost sips a nasty concoction of a liquid she has forgotten the name of. Her visible right blue eye glances around cautiously as she attempts to keep the hood of her tattered cloak up. The need to keep moving causes her to tap at the table nervously with her right hand, while the metal fingers of her left hand stroke the red and purple feathers of a chicken sitting upon her lap. "If we're lucky, Carla, we might just find a ride off this planet." She murmurs, using all her will power not to jump at every odd sound around her. "I only prey he hasn't caught wind of where we are..."

The chicken, Carla, clacks her black beak up at Ghost, wings flapping dismissively. Being a bird with only gestures and loud screeches to express herself was rather frustrating at times, but her owner often understood.