Angela was still slightly muddled as she stood in the crew's quarters while Lena barricaded the door, happily shoving more and more pieces of furniture against the threshold before hopping her way back toward Angela, Lena's exuberance catching Angela's wayward attention, her voice appearing in a questioning curl, "I don't think Lucio or Junkrat are the type of guys to peek, you know. Jesse- Mr. McCree certainly is not."

Lena frowned as she rushed toward a large rectangle of a suitcase, unlatching it's front excitedly, "I agree, but this makes it more exciting, right? Besides, I don't know about Junkrat quite yet; he's a sneaky one when he wants ta be. Now c'mon over here!"

Sighing, Angela acquiesced, scooting over toward the open crate that was piled to the brim with clothing, Lena gasping with surprise, "How much did ya pack?!"

"I don't know; father said we'd be gone for a handful of months and you kept saying that anything could happen, before raising your hands and wiggling your fingers, I figured I might as well prepare for any eventuality," Angela explained with a shrug, "It's not that much, is it?"

Lena wondered for a moment, "Dunno. I only ever have four outfits on me most of the times."

"Four?!" Lena gasped, "H-How?!"

"You just wash 'em when you can! If you can't, just wear 'em until you can," Lena grinned.

Angela's wide eyes continued their horrified stare, "H-How?!"

"Look, If ya want something for every occasion, it's no big deal or anything, so long as ya don't mind luggin' this thing around with ya all the time. but that's beside the point. Let's see here…"

She began rummaging through the crate, lifting up stacks of clothing and fabric, "You said you wanted somethin' for the bonfire tonight- your first taste of Hawaii! If anything, the more clothes you have, the more options we have to work with."

"I mean, yeah, but I wasn't wanted to spend an hour on this," Angela explained warily, "It's not really a big deal; I figured we'd just put together something-"

"It is a big deal!" Lena cried in near distress, "They award the pink lei to the most beautiful patron at the end of the event!"

She sent her hand up to her face, her thumb and finger just barely touching one another, "I missed it by thaaat much last time after we first arrived."

Groaning, Angela replied, "I still don't think it's any big-"

"It also comes with some local beverage to celebrate- a bottle of rum made up of the local sugarcane," Lena winked, sending a brotherly arm over Angela's shoulders, pulling her close.

"You know I don't like alcohol…" Angela frowned.

"Suits me just fine," Lena smirked, "I'm not what they're looking for. My wily charm didn't do the trick the trick last time. I mean, look at me, I'm lithe, with not a bust to be found. You, however, maybe just do the trick… You get the lei, I get the rum; who's to lose?!"

Angela sighed, "Well, my time go one, and any lackadaisical behavior I'd have wished for during the thing. What even makes you think I'd have any better chance? I'm not much off the boyish side as you are by now."

At that, Lena cocked a grin, "Ah, But you've got a secret weapon. Two, in fact! and then you've got the blonde hair, the pearly skin from being in the quarters for a month."

"I-I don't know…" Angela replied, suddenly blushing as Lena hopped around to examine her.

Lena spun toward the chest full of clothing, happily contending, "Tell ya what. I dress you up and you see what I've got. If I get you something you like, hey, you'll enjoy yourself all the same, won'cha?"

At such a proposal that didn't appear to not benefit her, Angela gave a gently nod as she unsurely crosses her arms, her brow dropping worriedly, "O-Okay…"

"Beautiful!" Lena shouted, returning to her hurried rummaging, "Now let's see… We need a natural color, huh… Greens or blues, maybe; you bring any dresses?"

Angela dipped her head low, "I never really cared for 'em-"

"Not what I asked, Ang," Lena retorted, still sighing.

"…there's one or two," she admitted, lowly.

"Hmm," Lena hummed to herself, "Buried deep at the bottom, apparently. Let's see… Ah ha! Hmm, a black one? How bold! and a white and yellow sun dress type thing."

She held the black one up toward Angela, Lena's eyes popping out, "Whoa! Did you think you were gonna seduce somebody on the trip?"

"Th-They say you should always have a black dress for formal occasions!" Angela sputtered out in explanation, reaching out to tear the dress away from Lena's clutches, though the third mate proved too spry, yanking the dress away, "C'mon! Give it here!"

Lena mused, "But I think it could work! Look, just put it on and we'll check it out, okay?"

Once again, the presence of Angela having a choice appealed to her stubborn nature; that, and the wanting to remove the dress from any and all discussion, "F-… Fine."

"Smashing!" Lena exclaimed, handing off the dress, "While you're doin' that, you can enlighten me on the story of that dress."

"What makes you think there's a story?"

Lena grinned, "Because people don't get dressed up just to wear around the house. They get dressed up to impress people…or a person. and you're gonna spill the beans, girl!"

"Oh, hush…" Angela replied nervously, "Even if there was a story, I have no need to-"

"Shh! Less talking, more dressing!"

Angela looked over her shoulder, staring at Lena, who sat cross-legged up on the table fiddling with some fabric along her sleeve, "What, with you here?"

"We're all girls here," Lena shrugged, her attention remaining on her shirt, "You think I'm gonna bite or somethin'? You're not even a fine croissant!"

"W-Well, no, but-"

Lena gave a dramatic sigh, spinning around atop the table with a tone feigning distress, "Fine, fine; I'll just expel all this effort just to give you some privacy, ma'am."

"It's not that. I didn't mean to be rude or anything," Angela frowned, gingerly pulling her shirt down from her shoulder.

"It kinda is," Lena grumbled, "I thought we were like sisters or something- we can talk to each other about anything."

She fell silent, though only because she was smirking with a malevolent sneer, "Like about which girl you bought that dress for."

"Lena!"

"Oh, come on! Spill it, blonde! What, at least give me her name or something! Who was the lucky lady?" Lena persistent, gesticulating in a backwards pantomime from Angela's view.

Angela's skin began to wax crimson. Despite referring to somebody back home, from the past, as Angela's eyes worked toward the mildly skimpy sort of dress, she realized quite plainly that Lena could very easily be referring to a woman aboard that very ship. Such a thought made Angela tremble, and she was ever so thankful for having forced her superior to turn away.

She returned to Lena's chuckling, the third mate's tone agiggle, "You know, you're a lot less hard-headed when we're talking about relationships."

This caused Angela to frown, looking up from her newly bare chest, "Okay, for one, we're not talking about relationship. At all. You are the one persisting, despite my wishfulness to the contrary."

Lena sighed, shrugging once more, "I'm just trying to have some fun. In all seriousness, you truly are like a sister to me- I guess I just got a bit carried away."

Even through such apologetic words, Lena's voice was oddly cheerful, leaving Angela to frown to herself, thinking about the story they'd all been introduced to relating the Lena, her father, and particularly, her sister. Did she remind Lena of her or something? For such a tragic association with that title, sister, did she do it some justice, particularly a moment ago?

She decided not to worry too much on the matter, instead worrying about her increasing state of undress, pushing her breeches down her legs as she gave a wary glance beyond her side, checking to see if Lena was upholding her current task. Though, in that moment, a knock arose at the door, sending the third mate into a frenzied tizzy as she jumped to her feet atop the table, dashing toward the pile of furniture that prevented entry.

"Do- Don't let them in!" Angela cried, nearly tripping onto herself as she shock kept her from yanking her breeched back up along her legs.

Lena assured easily, "Come on; you think I'm dumb 'r somethin'? Of course I'm not gonna let 'em in!"

Still, playing along, Lena crawled up the barricade and pressed an ear to the door, unveiling a teasing voice, "Who is that called upon thyself?"

"Your officer…" came the deepening voice of Officer Song, her grumbling voice indicative of her swelling anger.

"Officeeeeer..?" Lena replied, amused, knowing the door wasn't to open regardless.

A pregnant sort of pause arose between the two, resulting in a sudden barrage of fists against the door, sending Lena tumbling down the pile of furniture, the stack itself threatening to collapse amidst the barbarous act, Hana's angered voice arising in crescendo, "LENA OXTON! LET ME IN!"

Lena frowned, returning to her feet, "Now listen here, missy; I am your superior…I think. and I've about had enough of your-"

Another flurrious series of knocks interrupted her, followed by Hana continuing, "This is my quarters too, Lena! and I'm not even about to be told that I'm not allowed my cargo!"

Lena began to turn back to ascertain Angela's status, though quickly returned to the door, recalling her word, instead deciding to buy more time regardless of the general state of dress, "Eh, uh… Y'know, I think they moved your bunk to the gun deck, didn't the-"

"Lena?!" Hana cried out, a hideous creaking of wood bursting through the air as she gave a swift kick at the door, sending the assortment of tables and chairs crumbling toward the floor, right in Lena's direction.

The third mate quickly jumped in surprise, immediately turning to run, though was quickly swallowed by the incredible maw of the avalanche of wooden accouterments, a single arm reaching out from the conglomeration, the fingers upon her hand clawed in distress as she was felled by her own design.

As the chaos ended, Hana pushed open the door, poking her frowning face into the room, her brow quickly narrowing further in curiosity as she zeroed in on Angela, whose breeches were returned, though it had left little time for her to cover her torso, leaving her turned around, staring horrifically at Officer Song over her shoulder with her arms crossed across her chest.

"…what's going on in here..?" Hana asked quietly, a far cry from her previous mood.

Angela stammered a reply, "W-W-We- We were, uh-"

"Raaaaawr!" came a vicious growl as Lena emerged from the pile of destruction, her arms curled into claws that yanked her out from the stack, though she just as quickly lost her footing, collapsing down its side and sliding onto the floor, quick to come to Angela's aid, despite hitting her jaw on the way down, "We war jus' 'inding c'othes ta war."

Hana's eyes narrowed, "…war?"

Lena nodded in assurance, though Angela quickly caught the misunderstanding, rolling her eyes, "Wear. We were finding clothes to wear, no big deal, alright?"

Unconvinced, Hana frowned, crossing her arms as she stepped into the room, "Then why the secrecy, huh? For safety reasons, no doorway is to be held, locked, or otherwise obstructed. I would think the safety officer would know such things…"

Lena's lips curled distastefully at such an assertion, throwing a thumb over her shoulder, "Hey, a girl's dignity comes before safety, ya know."

"Oh right; no wonder the woman with nothing in the way of dignity was put in charge of safety," Hana groaned, shaking her head as she entered further into the room, strolling toward her bunk, earning a vicious glance from Lena as she did so, "I was just getting something; I wasn't trying to destroy your piddling construction there."

Chuckling, Lena turned her head back over her shoulder toward Angela, speaking sardonically, "She honestly thinks I know what 'piddling' means…"

At Angela's stare, she quickly whipped back around toward Hana, finding the officer examining the crate, having stopped her gait, turning up toward Angela curiously, "Is this about the bonfire?"

"Oh, uh… Yeah," Angela replied, rather ashamedly.

Hana gave a flippant shrug before continuing toward her bunk, "I see Lena got to you. Good luck with that, though I doubt your chances will be much greater than hers."

"Hey!" Lena arose, slightly offended, "I'll have you know, I was fourth in voting!"

Hana shot her a glare, "Out of four women and a man."

With trembling lips, Lena turned toward Angela with a shaking eyebrow, "Don't you dare ask where the man came in at…"

Just as quickly, Angela shook her head.

"Anyway," Hana went on, kneeling beside her bunk to reach beneath for a case of hers, "You two are both too pale. Do either of you even have an inkling of how foreign you look here? You're both sickly looking; nuh uh, they don't much care for any of that. You'd have a better chance with me out there; at least I have something of a faint coloration at my-"

As though catching a whiff of the silence behind her, Hana's head gradually turned to her shoulder, meeting with Lena's critiquing eyes, "No… No, no, no."

Lena stepped toward her.

"No!" Hana repeated, quickly rising to her feet, waving her hands out in front of her, "No! Nuh uh! No!"

With a furtive grin, Lena approached with indifference, "C'mon now; you know you wanna share some sugarcane rum…"

"Uh, no I don't?!" Hana replied, "I've worked way too hard to get into a dress, or whatever the hell else!"

Lena tilted her head toward Angela, "Well so has she, but she doesn't mind using what she has to her advantage."

"And how is this to my advantage?!" Hana questioned easily, bumping her back into the wall behind her, coming to a stop.

Raising a single finger to her lips in thought, Lena hummed mutely to herself as her mind whirled, attempting to come up with anything that might gain the advantage in this discussion, "Hmm… How about this; if you do this for me, I'll letyouupinmynest- Now before you say no, because I know you hate it, hear me out! I know you're a big thing in a little package, but if you work up the nerve to get up there, y'know, you'll feel like-"

"Let me help…"

Hana had spoken in such a whisper that Lena had nary heard her, the third mate's skin curling at the quiet voice, "Help with what?"

She noticed Hana's glance over toward Angela, who'd by now had returned her brassiere to her chest, though she remained turned away, her brow curled curiously as she met Hana's gaze. Lena turned toward Angela, herself confused by Hana's sudden interest, though before she could speculate, Hana spoke up, albeit quietly.

"I, uh… I hate dressing up myself, but, you know, I kind…like…"

Lena had to withhold a squeal, spinning toward Angela happily, "Did'ya hear that?! We got us a-!"

"I don't want any input from you!" Hana interrupted with a fierce glare, "You've got the palette of a groundhog."

Taking offense, Lena took it easier knowing this was a route toward her sugarcane rum, simply remaining quiet with a frown as she followed behind Hana, who was critiquing Angela with narrowed eyes, much to her subject's embarrassment.

"Uh, Officer Song…" Angela quietly managed, "I don't think this is-"

"You were going with black?!" Hana shouted aloud, suddenly.

Lena cried, "It was just to see what it might look like!"

"Philistines…" Hana grumbled, dropping her face into an open palm, "We have some work to do."

Jpbake: I think Jack's reluctance toward Angela getting to know Fareeha is in a more general sense. He knows how headstrong his daughter is, and how whimsical she sees the world- he may just not want his daughter getting to know a stranger and learning enough about her to get invested in something either outlandish or out of his control or oversight.From his perspective, he hasn't a clue that Angela has had any interaction with the stowaway, save the Hanamura assault and her apology, so I don't think he suspects much in the way of anything romantic.

That being said, Angela accused him, early on, of drawing from her coming out as a lesbian and preventing her from getting to know their stowaway on that basis alone, so that by itself might give him some cause to wonder about romanticism being afoot. At this point in the story, however, it's mostly a general apprehension, not wanting Angela getting carried away on outlandish pursuits, but we'll see ;)

TheVampireStrahd: Mei is very much alive, don't worry xD I'll probably write her in at some point as a teaser, building an island utopia or something, but I have no intention of her having been killed off or anything :)