The matriarch of the vessel stared down the man in front of her. Despite being noticeably shorter, the girl carried an aura of command that demanded attention.
She briefly peered down at the infant in her arms, the child sound asleep and completely unaware of what was going on around her. Evangeline carefully passed the baby to her counterpart, the young Kusarian girl featuring short, caramel coloured hair who stood at almost the same height despite their significant age difference.
Having secured the child in her second mothers' arms, Evangeline tactlessly jumped into mid-air, the lower gravity of the small moon allowing her to fly a significant distance across the floor, colliding with the suited man and grappling him in what was known amongst the crew and associates as a glomp.
Knocking the man to the floor, Evangeline found herself in a dominate position atop his waist. He had dropped his helmet in the collapse and fallen on his back, coming to rest on the floor with the weight of the young Bretonian on top of him.
You're late.
Evangeline stares down at her prey with the eyes of a huntress; a vague, deviant smile crossing her face while she waits for the man to regain his senses.