Linya puts down her stuff, and investigates how she's holding up to all this travel in the mirror (hair up in a relatively simple coil contained in a bejeweled cage-for-hair-coils, various layers of shades of green with some yellow and black accents) and then sits on the edge of the bed and resumes pen-ing. "Now I wonder if this ship has a decent library; if so I can get started on Russian."