[For her it doesn't feel that long ago, but maybe it was. She frowned, just a tad, and ran a hand through her damp hair.]

The gates? Like, the Nav gates? We're they closed? Oh my...

[She shifted as he asked what he could help with. Leaning forward on her fin, the cloth over it carefully she smiled at him.] Could you find me a dress or something? I want to dry off and then find my crew. The Hazmat Pirates. Do you know of their whereabouts?