Misayo, a beacon of energy with her honeyed complexion glowing under the ship's soft lights, darted through the lounge area, a whirlwind of helpfulness. Her thick, curly black hair, threaded with colorful beads, bounced as she stopped beside Clement, who was nursing a drink. A wide, genuine smile stretched across her heart-shaped face, crinkling the corners of her upturned hazel eyes. "Clement, everything alright here? Anything I can fetch for you, or maybe lend a hand with?" she asked, the prominent beauty mark on her left cheekbone dancing as she spoke, her eagerness to assist radiating from her like the warmth of the ship's engines.