Sakura stopped in her tracks when she caught sight -- sound -- scent of a most horrible, terrible thing. Her stomach turned over, disgust and irritation simmering in the back of her mind even as she attempted to plaster a neutral expression on her face.

Still wasn't worth insulting Analog. It wasn't.

"Our hero," she ground out with possibly negative enthusiasm. She hadn't watched hours of early slapstick comedy from Earth for nothing, and she thinks on this as Analog is once again on ship. Sakura kind of hopes the dragon ends up the brunt of a good joke or two while she's here -- but only after the problem's been resolved.