She heads for her cabin because it's closer than the deck or the Enclosure or the mess hall. The metal door slides open for them, and letting them into a room that's fairly standard issue for a military spaceship. There's a makeup table bolted to the floor alongside the desk, cosmetics carefully stowed so that a period of null-gravity wouldn't make a mess of her makeup and nailpolish. All the color in the room is from ribbons and makeup and a couple dresses hanging in view rather than neatly tucked away.

Taura leaves the single chair in the room for Ford, settling herself cross-legged on the bed that was her one real furnishing indulgence, larger than anyone else's in the fleet. As such, it also takes up a bit more of the cabin than would be ideal.

"That was the first breach where I had a family," she admits after a moment. "And the first time I've had parents, in any life. You were a good one."