Feryal giggled at Captain's remark and at Rhuhael. She then tried to stop herself but, she couldn't. "Awww, someone's blushing." She teased Rhuhael.

Taeth turned bright crimson and looked at his feet for moment. Then regained his composure and repositioned his sunglasses.

"Erm... well... Are we close to getting to this ship of yours captain?"

Feryal then looked around. "Sevil, you're not speaking very much. Is everything allright?"

Suddenly, Sivel lets out a 12 second, four octave burp. "Oops. Heh, heh..." He says as his face goes completely red. "Scuse me." Well, there goes my chances with Feryal, he thinks, incredibly embarassed. Why'd I have to drink so much!?

Feryal giggles and smiles at Sivel. "You're a funny one. Where do you come from Sevil?"

Taeth just stared at Sivel for a few minutes. Completely befuddled at how one can cross four octaves with a burp. He went into contemplation of this for about two minutes then shook his head.
"Well then. Captain perhaps you could answer my earlier question?"

OOC: Anyone want to go find a picture of a futuristic ship to use? That or everyone will just make up their own image of it...

IC:
Captain reached out and covered Feryal's mouth. "No more talking from you missy, your making these boys idiots."

Feryal bites Captains hand. She then spits to the side to get the taste out of her mouth. "Captain, next time you do that, do me a favor and wash your hands"

Sivel is surprised she found it so amusing. "Well," he replies, "I was born on the ship Endeaver 381, but was raised on Frebek. You know, that little planet out by the Sekras System. My father, Cecil Sunther, was an active outlaw, which made me a common thief at an early age. But I got by without getting in too much trouble, so who am I to complain?"

OOC: Captain's hands are metal... (Cyborg) But since it's future, they look human.