Marrim continued to walk around the labyrinth of corridors aboard the Liberator, feeling small and insignificant inside the bowels of the mighty ship. For the first time in her life, probably due to her determination to begin again, Marrim felt confident enough to try make some acquaintances. Her instincts told her she didn't need anyone else, but she immediately squashed that thought. She was a member of the crew now, and she had to learn to accept the fact that she couldn't always do it all alone. After all, if this was going to work, she was going to have to come out of her shell some time or another. Living in her own world wasn't going to get her anywhere. She had learned that lesson long ago.

Tired of finding herself at the ends corridors that led to only more cargo bays or crewmen's quarters, Marrim stepped inside a lift, frustrated, and randomly picked a deck to stop at. Perhaps she would run into her superiors on the way and make a good impression.

Marrim sighed as she straightened her uniform absentmindedly. It was going to take extra effort on her part to try and make some friends. It was hard to make a good first impression with horns and feral tattoos marking her face.

The lift came smoothly to a stop, and Marrim waited for the doors to open.