Excerise is good for you! [Open!]

[keep_surviving]

While Diana was never one for overly exercising, usually doing just enough to keep herself in her wonderful curved shape, she did see that the whole ‘clears your mind’ thing was somewhat accurate. 

And her mind felt very crowded. Plus, she couldn’t argue the disadvantages of being in top physical condition when the ship went to heck for the millionth time.

So, she deck out the sensorium into her own gym. A bit of running, then maybe some swimming with Jinx if she texted her to come over.   

True, by the end of this day she’d most likely be over worked, sore and far too tired, but that almost meant she’d want nothing more than to drift into a dreamless sleep without any weight of past event or futures worries. 

Provisions had recently discovered the wonders of sky dancing and so spent him time diving and twirling in the air high above Diana’s head, apart from when she was shooting, then he would peck at the ground near her feet to avoid the possibility of stray bullets.

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[morphitudinous]

Whoa. That wasn't what Billy intended at all. He threw out his hands in an attempt to placate, trying not to blush. No, that wouldn't do for an impression.

"No, that's not it! I was actually hoping to run too. I guess I got wrapped up in my thoughts. How to improve my own performance." He shrugged. "I can leave, I'm not out to bother people."

[keep_surviving]

Her smirk only grew at his reaction.

"Just come in, it's not like I own the place." Diana set to work shaking out her long, dark hair then tying it back up in an attempt to hold back the stray bangs that'd freed themselves and were falling infront of her face.

[morphitudinous]

Billy felt compelled to obey. There was something of a commander in this woman.

He stepped inside and started with a light jog and stretch. Between movements, he watched her. She was...interesting. "I don't think we've met. I must really be slacking on my training."

[keep_surviving]

Diana took the opportunity to sit on one of the benches while he warmed up.

"It's Diana. And you're Billy, right?"

A black crow fluttered down to land on her shoulder, beating his wings in a motion that fanned her face, keeping its beady eyes on Billy.

"I've seen you around."

[morphitudinous]

"That's right." Billy looked faintly embarrassed. He should have a better grasp on the crew, shouldn't he? There weren't that many to keep track of anymore, and he's been here long enough to learn many names. "I've probably been repairing things. It's almost incredible that so much can break in a week."

He glanced at the crow over his shoulder. Was it a familiar of some type? Stranger things had happened, but he knew better than to ask.

"You were at the..." He tripped on the word 'funeral'. Tactless! He shook his head. "On the deck."

[keep_surviving]

"Aren't you the guy Ronnae married?" A knowing smirk spread across Diana's face. "Her 'alpha'?"

The crow sees Billy watching and fluffs out his feathers to make himself look important.

Diana arched an eyebrow slightly at his faltering. "If you mean Howard's funeral, no, I wasn't. I didn't go. I was there when they brought back his body, though." Her tone was matter of fact and her expression calm.

[morphitudinous]

"Oh..." Billy didn't have anything to say to that. Right, the bodies. He'd been waiting for the rescue team, hoping they were all right.

And then had come disaster. He bowed his head.

"I'm sorry. I really should've gone down to help. I was going to, even."