"Whose ship are we on, though?" Aurianna wondered as she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Hmm, a familiar scent mixed with some new ones," she mumbled, her nose twitching slightly.
"And I'm starving," she grumbled, rubbing her growling stomach.
"All you ever think about is food, Aurianna!" Eva scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"My tummy speaks, and I must heed its call," Aurianna responded with a nonchalant nod.
"To the kitchen, then!" she declared, getting up and readying herself to leave the room.
"Do you even know where it is?" Eva asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I have no idea," Aurianna replied with a thumbs-up.
"You really need to fix that sense of direction of yours. Besides, the ship is different, so the kitchen might not be where you'd expect," Eva cautioned.
"One day, maybe," Aurianna shrugged.
"And I need to trim these nails; they've grown way too long," she muttered, noticing her overgrown claws.
