They walked casually through the corridors of the ship. Avarris watched every door and passage they passed. They had finally gotten around to a short tour of the ship, and she was delighted. "All this space," She commented in awe. "And so few of us to fill it." "Not nearly as big as it looks." Navarre smiled with pride. "But a very special ship just the same." He drew a soft sigh. "And it seems my attempt to maintain a small crew seems to be a loosing battle." "Are you opposed to a larger, more efficient crew, My Lord?" She glanced at him with mischief gleaming in her eyes. "What?" His head snapped around towards her with a stunned expression. "Now see here. There will be none of that." He gave a groan as she giggled lightly. "Someone in this crew talks too much."