"I would very much like to know that myself," Count Deemer agreed. It seemed he was finally coming out of his shock, and looking understandably displeased.
"Captain..." A scandalously dressed man placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think you owe these good people, and us good people some kind of explanation."
Trixie noticed with interest that he had brown hair and caramel eyes and stood almost a head shorter than Calpurnia. He was clearly human, but even so he was almost as imposing as his captain. That said, she couldn't fathom how it was practicle to wear only low-rise pants and an open vest that only reached the bottom of his rib-cage in the middle of the winter. Even with a scarf. But damn were the guys muscles impressive.
"This doesn't much look like your ship, Cal," to the other side of the half dressed guy was a grizled old man who looked especially grumpy.
