Return to Wunderbar

"Maybe she's into it," Lyn responded to Mira with a stone-faced grimace, her eyes looking off into the distance as she smoked away at her pipe. "I didn't program her, or have any damn part in programming her f*ckin' personality, so I couldn't say. As far as whether it's just your pussycat or somethin' else, I will tell you that Princess is so horny she'd hump an outlet store mannequin so long as it had boobs to make it a woman. Anyway, I've got no interest in seeing Garnish 'soaking in everything,' so I'm gonna be sitting this one out. Let me know if anyone dies. Otherwise, don't care."

Ship would probably have protested if that were spoken within her earshot, but Lyn hadn't intended it for her, and she was busy in conversation with Katran and Garnish at the moment. She nodded along as Katran apparently conceded to the idea. "Right? We can't just proceed without knowing what we're doing. While I obviously don't have any preference towards it, I think this is the direction that makes most sense." She continued smiling as she listened, up until the point she was told to get on her knees and assume the position. Her smile hung awkwardly a moment longer as the blush reddened even deeper on her face. "...Eh? Eh? I'm not going to be the top?" she thought to herself, taking in her friend's new steely-cool gaze and mannerisms.

"Um, yes, of course... the p-position! Naturally," Ship finally responded. Honestly, she had no idea what "the position" was. If it had been just that, she'd have a guess, but the idea it was something one performed on their knees had thrown her off. Luckily, Garnish seemed happy to demonstrate, assuming it as though someone was going to be practicing on her. "Yes... o-on the floor, of course... um, ma'am," Ship added.

The Navi lowered herself on her knees in the same orientation as Garnish on the office floor, keeping enough space between them to avoid being uncomfortable while trying to remain close enough to listen to and see her. Her already trembling lip began hanging as she heard the things Garnish was describing. "Oh, wow! Y-y-yes, why, that sounds, um, perfect! For you and your husband! A-a-as for us, I had, uh, envisioned something maybe, um, a little slower? To start with?"

Ship had lowered to her knees now and was propping herself up with her hands. Since her feet had to leave their position ostensibly inside the floor, her knees, palms, and fingertips had pressed slightly in. As for her face, she was doing everything she could to hide it from any of the others in the room. She was the one who had proposed the plan, so she could hardly let anyone see the various expressions of nervous trepidation and barely-controlled excitement playing across it. "I m-mean, Garnish is the expert, and, uh, we do w-w-want to be able to coach her husband in the things she wants to do! But, um, maybe just take her suggestions as, uh, advisement, in this case? I mean, it should really come naturally from what you, uh, what you're comfortable with doing! So if the stripping and the binding and the gagging and the s-s-s-s-smacking aren't things you're comfortable with there's no need for you to go so far right away!"

"Ohmigosh ohmigosh... is this really happening?" the Navi thought to herself, bracing herself everywhere with no idea of what was going to happen next. "I haven't had my first kiss yet, and I'm about to be stripped, gagged, bound, and spanked by another woman, in front of a third woman?! B-but Lyn keeps such a tight reign on me... if I don't try it now, I might never get another chance! A-and this could even be a good gateway... into an intimate..." The Navi shook her head briefly to clear away her daydreams, now peeking and trying to get sidelong glances at what the other two women were doing. "What am I getting so worked up for, though? Katran's probably as nervous as I am... there's no way she'll just run into Garnish's directions full sail... and furthermore, she isn't going to be able to strip me anyway, this suit isn't designed to come off without a .GMO switch! Then again... she could t-t-t-tear it?!" The Navi gasped at her own imagination, trying again to hide her steaming face and wide eyes beneath the cloak of her curls and hat.

"You didn't program her?" Mira stared quizically, it seemed like an odd thing to her, but it wasn't something too out of the ordinary especially considering their relationship. "Oh right, I think you mentioned something about a job in regards to ship... Well you seem to work well together either way! I mean I didn't program Katran either so I guess I know what you mean." Her gaze trailed up into the sky as she thought back about when she first met Katran, and she could only smile. "I wouldn't change her for the world though, heehee. Even if she makes me do work on my days off..." Her smile turning to a pout almost instantly.

Back in the net, Katran was pondering the repercusions of her actions. To be honest Katran had no idea what she even ment by The Position, she just instinctively gave commands in her haste to get along with the idea. No matter how determined she was trying to be about this idea, even if it was all for the mission, she still had her reservations. Katran had no idea just what sort of direction Garnish was even going to give, her eyelids sank a little as she began to wonder just what kind of methods she would have to employ to her partner. She did take notice to how overly enthusiastic the employer was getting, her personality seemed the type to get out of hand quickly.

Perhaps I should just take what she suggests with a grain of salt and start slow...

It seemed Ship was willing to comply, going along with her impromptu demands. It was an odd feeling though. Katran could notice a bit of hesitation in her movements and voice, and yet it filled the feline with a curiousity. Would ship endure the entire way? What sort of expression will she make? How will she enjoy this sort of thing? Perhaps it was merely the fact it was so drastically different from the usual job or maybe a baser instinct surfacing for the first time but she couldn't help want to test the girls resolve.

Her eyes widened only to accompanyt a blush as Garnish seemed to get completely worked up over the topic herself. With each further suggestion katran's tail twitched uncontrollably as she tried to quell the warmth in her cheeks. Stripping? Gagging? J-just what sort of thing did i agree to do to this poor innocent navi!? I couldn't possibly-

The train of thought was cut off as Garnish appologized for her excitement and reiterated the goal. She let out a sigh of relief trying to rebuild her dominant demeanor as she approached Ship. She glanced toward Ship's expression as she wondered just how to start off this escapade. Eyes darting to her hand, Katran wondered if this would suffice for now. After all Garnish hadn't given her any tools to work with. Were her hands more than enough for the task? She was about to find out.

Katran stood firm looming over her partner. Her gaze was fixated and intense as she sized up the task in her mind. This was not a simple game between friends, this was a task that could hold the balance of the mission in her hands. Katran slowly brought he hand to a height above her head, quietly anticipating the answer to her previous interests. Like a cat pouncing on its prey, the military-trained hand came crashing down without warning.

Ship's unguarded derrier was going to feel the full force of the hunters paw.

"Of course, Ship! This kind of thing isn't easy to rush into, I understand. Believe me, I get it! The anxiety you must feel is the exact sort of thing that makes it difficult for me to take this proposal to my husband... but we'll overcome it together," Garnish ensured Ship, a sweet speech that was made slightly less poignant by the fact that the two of them were both on their hands and knees with their butts in the air, one about to receive recreational punishment from her friend and the other from a nonexistent entity. Still beaming with excitement, she clutched the carpet of her office tighter and focused her eyes on Katran.

Still, even she seemed unprepared for Katran's first attack, gasping and shuddering as though she'd been hit herself. "It's wunderbar! Th-That looks so thrilling... I can't wait until my husband is willing to try it with me," she sighed wistfully, a dreamy look in her eyes and a smile upon her face. "Okay, continue like that! Now, you should understand that for someone like me, the spanking is just one piece of the puzzle. What I'm hoping for my husband to execute is no less than a two-headed snake of abuse with both physical and mental degradation. So, while he might slap me on the behind, I'll also need him to degrade me with his words as well, calling me hurtful names and trying to dehumanize me. This, I imagine, will be even more difficult for him than the physical option. To help me mentally steel myself for it and also to help the two of you become properly motivated to convey what he must do, I'd like you to try saying a few nasty things to Ship, Katran. Remember: it might seem mean, but in actuality, a friend is the person best equipped to make truly stinging insults! A good job is simply proof of your friendship," Garnish suggested. "So please, try teasing and picking on your friend now! I'll observe! I'd recommend you continue spanking as well, but you might try something else, if you're feeling so inclined. Unfortunately, I don't have any bondage toys with me right now, but there are always ways to improvise."

As if suddenly remembering that Ship was here and being brutalized rather than herself, the lady turned her eyes back to the suffering blond. "Keep your chin up, Ship! I don't know if you have a masochistic side, but um... try begging Katran as hard as you can! Either to tell her to stop or tell her to go harder, whichever you're feeling. And Katran, you make your sadism as strong as you can and keep abusing her! Maybe the two of you will be able to bond in a new way and take your friendship to the next level!" Garnish requested, her eyes rapidly moving back and forth between the two and her breathing accelerating as she hoped for the two to ramp up. "The next logical step after friends: master and slave! Ah, I'm melting!"

"Feh!" Lyn spat in response to Mira. "Work on days off is good for you. Teaches you discipline, character! Well, I'm sure it does with enough of it, anyway. I've been makin' Princess work on all her days off and ain't gotten squat... hopefully, your pussycat will be able to smack some discipline into her." Lyn grimaced, casting her eyes away again to make it very clear she didn't have any intention of watching the events unfolding on her screen.


Ship listened to Garnish with half a mind. "Uh... uh-huh!" she agreed, uncertain whether Garnish meant she and her husband would overcome it together, or the two of them together on the floor were about to overcome it together. That became a very distant concern, however, as she suddenly felt a swat hit her backside, nearly sending her tumbling forward in spite of her bracing. She let out a girlish yelp on the first one, feeling an even greater heat come to her face as she tried to grit her teeth and stay silent for the following strikes. "Th-this is... this is...!" she thought incoherently. "This is... really... embarassing!" she finally managed to articulate, feeling like she was having to fight back tears at her situation. "I guess I thought this would be sexy or fun, but it's just really embarrassing! It makes our size differential too obvious, like I'm a child being disciplined... M-maybe I'm just not doing it right? In fact, maybe this would feel better if I let her... let her strike the boat, instead? But I don't know if I can fit that part in here without moving furniture..."

She wasn't sure what was missing, but she gasped a bit at hearing that the missing piece was mental degradation. It had been difficult to imagine Katran paddling her, nonetheless actually tearing her down verbally... but then, here she was, paddling, so maybe that wasn't a big stretch after all. "And... maybe she has a point. Proving our friendship." Ship gulped, still listening to Garnish and considering that she wasn't differentiating a "stop" and "keep going" call in this case. "But, right: taking our friendship to the next level! Like... like... potential...!" she continued, unable to finish her thought. That thought was that they might potentially become romantic partners, and not at all that they might become linked in any love of sadism, of course, but she was choosing to interpret Garnish's statement that way.

"M-Ms. Katran! You should keep punishing me, maybe even harder! Because I-ack!" she gasped, unable to really acclimate to the mid-spanking dialogue, and, instead, being forced to stop and start her thoughts as she continued. Well, um! Let's just say, for the sake of this! The purpose of this, um, that hypothetically, I didn't pursue this! Because I thought it would be useful to our mission! But, actually, because I was personally interested in it! That is, I wanted to be spanked, and I wanted you to spank me! Wouldn't that be naughty of me, making you think you were doing this terribly embarrassing thing that you clearly don't do out of any sense! Of passion! But because you thought it was part of the mission?! Just for my own dirty interests? Such a naughty girl I, um, hypothetically am! Won't you teach me a lesson? If you don't put me back on track here, I -eep! Probably won't concentrate for the rest of the mission!" She continued to rock forward from the impacts, wondering if it was really common to do this on the floor and not, say, on some bedsheets... She felt like her arms and knees might give out if this kept up too long.

"Work's fine and all, but everyone needs to relax too, right? I mean it isn't any good if you just burn yourself out" Mira replied to Lyn, half protesting the idea of working more then she had to. "and it'd take a lot more than work to make me disciplined and obidient, just saying." She chuckled, leaning back a little.

Back in the net however, Katran continued, her hand twitched each time she felt the reverberating sensation as she connected with ship. It wasn't really a bad feeling, but one she definitely hadn't grown used to. From the way Garnish spoke it gave Katran the nagging feeling that there were many steps and precautions being left out as they rushed into the hands on practice. If that were the case then would convincing her husband really work out all that well?

As Katran's hand echoed once more against ships "stern", she sought to enlist the help of her Operator. "Mira, can you pull up some information on this for me? I'd like for the mission to go as smooth as possible." She was trying to sound confident with her words, and choice of aide but Mira could tell the navi just wasn't feeling as in control as she usually did. Mira grinned.

"Hmm? You want me to help? Haha you asked for it! Let's get that Ship into some obidience training!" With a smile she looked over to Lyn, half expecting her to have some sort of comment. "More discipline is good, right?" She teased.

With a few taps of the PET, Mira was filtering through various web searches and forums, trying to get a general idea as to the basic information Katran needed. Some of the points illicited a whistle from her lips, others an occasional blush as she got deeper into a world she knew nothing about. "Huh, this is some pretty crazy stuff. We can save that for round two." She joked, with her ever present mischivious tone. After a while she started sending down the relevant sections to her Navi.

Katran sorted through the data at a swift speed, still trying to keep her focus with Ship. Her new attitude as directed by Garnish was one that Katran had no clue how to handle. Was it really punishing if it was what she was asking for? At this point the feeling just sort of fell into a wierd sort of intimacy. Some of the text she had been granted provided a little insight on the matter however, causing her expression to return to one of that who was in control.

Katran slowly removed her glove, following the advice to slowly increase the pace and push the boundries little by little. Direct contact would provide a new feel rather then the moderate padding from what she had been wearing. Taking a hint from both the data and Garnish, she return Ship's pleading in a swift and stern manner. Her motion trying to reduce any hesitation she had still hung onto.

"Oh? You think you deserve to ask something of me?" She said sternly, the strike picking up speed from what she had done until now. A firm open hand with nothing to cushion the blow, save for ships backside. She then tightly gripped the area that had been the target of her duties, trying to provide a new sensation in order to expand the session and prevent it from something she would grow used to. "I am the one in control!" Her voice boomed, as she stared down her partner with a domineering gaze. She puffed out her chest in an attempt to make herself seem more menacing, lifting her chin slightly to emphasize the fact that Ship was being looked down on. "You will get what you deserve, and you will do as you're told!" She tugged slightly on the flesh in her cluthces. "Higher!" All the while she kept aware of ships reactions, trying to discern to right methods, and what she was still comfortable with.

The most common thing she saw was to pay attention and take care while still asserting the dominant roll, making sure to ease into any large escalations. She felt this would be addiquate, but her eyes briefly looked to Garnish to seek a positive or negative reaction. They had already skipped some of the more important steps it seemed, so Ship would have to put up with the lack of pre-arranged boundaries or safe words for now.

She was tough, probably.

Each step forward in Katran's domineering play and Ship's submissive act seemed to bring Garnish closer and closer to the intersection of ecstasy and madness. "It's wunderbar!" she exclaimed, slapping her gloves to her face and chewing on the pinky of one of them. "Wunderbar!" she emphasized, quivering once again. "Oh, the relationship between the punished and the punisher, so intimate and in tune with the needs of the other, even when those needs defy good manners and the rules of rational behavior... that's what I need with my husband!" she announced, trying to put it all into words while breathing heavily. "Aaah, I'm melting! Lift your butt higher, yes! It feels so good to be handled roughly! When your butt-cheeks get red and it hurts just to sit down, all because your such a bad, bad girl, but you can't help it because you love that feeling! Ah~haaa!"

Ship and Katran could continue the spanking or perhaps explore new frontiers if they wanted, but it was questionable how prepared they actually needed to be before talking to the husband, as well as whether they ought to be indulging the wife. "Oh, oh, how's it going?" she asked Ship, getting on the floor next to her and trying to look into her face. "Are you starting to enjoy it? It probably didn't feel good at first, but now, perhaps, you're starting to like it. You should say more and more, so she'll do it harder and harder! It's wunderbar!" Next, she jumped up and stood behind Katran, placing her hands upon the sides of her hips, as if steadying a golf player. "And you! I bet you're starting to enjoy that feeling, hm?! This perversion of roles, enacting your will upon your friend! This sort of thing shapes a relationship! The two of you will either be hardened into gorgeous steel or shattered into a thousand pieces!"

Probably not the words either Ship or Katran wanted to hear right now. Garnish danced back and forth, clasping her hands together, then stuck her head over Ship's back and looking up at Katran. Given that surprising interruption, Garnish ought to count herself thankful she didn't get an open-palmed smack in the face (maybe she would have enjoyed that, though). "What's next, hm, hm!? Are you going to make her bare her bottom or lick your toes? I want to be sure that you can give my husband lots of wonderful ideas!" she asked, turning her eyes down to Ship's bottom with an excited grin. "Oh... if RollerMan does this to me with his big, strong hands, I wonder how long I can take it?!"

Physical limits were probably a question for Ship already, but that said, everything they were doing now might just be pouring water into an already over-filled cup; Garnish seemed plenty confident they could carry the gospel of bondage to her husband. On the other hand, they might need the practice if they were going to successfully convince RollerMan to take up this wacky enterprise.

"Feh! Burnin' out's an excuse." Lyn shot Mira a glare and raised her eyebrow. "It'd take more than work to make you disciplined, huh? I'd be happy to give ya a tour of hell! Mine's less like a slap on the ass and more like a kick in the gut, though." Lyn cracked her knuckles and grinned, which probably made her look scary and sadistic. This was about as close as she was going to come to making a little joke between friends as Lyn was going to get, though.

The operator put back on her tight frown, glaring at the screen and the awkward practice/punishment session taking place. Eventually, she realized that Mira was doing something on her PET that must be related to the mission, and she leaned in a bit to take a look. "What's- H-holy sh*t," Lyn spat, her pipe temporarily threatening to fall out of her dropping jaw. She fastened her teeth back together with a clack, but didn't withdraw, her eyes staying glued to Mira's screen and her research. She gulped again, shifting her pipe in her mouth. She'd leaned into Mira's personal space pretty well now, so hopefully Mira wasn't terribly sensitive to smoke. "Holy sh*t. Sh*t's pretty f*ckin' hardcore. Y'think your Navi... she gonna be able t'... with the chains, like that...?"


Meanwhile, the Navi most presently concerned with Katran's capabilities was still prone for her tormentor. "More. More!" she shouted, a bit of a wooden performance. She had feared that as Katran continued, the experience was going to get worse and worse as her backside got more sore. In actuality, Katran still had the "kid gloves" on, so to speak, so once she was past the initial shock of it, Ship was thinking she might be able to fake it until she reached a good stopping point, having convinced Garnish they were prepared.

She let out her breath to begin wrapping up when she felt Katran pause, before reading the atmosphere and realizing the pause didn't feel like a full stop. Ship gulped and braced herself, but still let out a gasp when she felt Katran put her back into her work. She kept her head down as the paddling continued, letting out small gasps. Eventually, she bowed her head too far, causing her hat to fall from her head in the motion as her curls continued bouncing around her face. The Navi was helpless to avoid a small moan escaping her when Katran tugged her bottom higher into the air. Feeling a bit dizzy, Ship didn't offer much resistance.


By this point, Mira had already uploaded her research, so Lyn got back to her own PET. She formerly hadn't had much interest in watching it, but something about seeing the basis for what Katran and Ship were doing was supposed to look like seemed to have caught her attention. "That change in Katran's presentation... she adapted to Mira's data pretty f*ckin' quickly. And... to be doing this kinda stuff..." Lyn would never admit it to anyone but herself, but she envied the level of discipline Mira's Navi displayed.


Ship, on the other hand, was drawing different conclusions. She half-listened to Garnish, turning her head to avoid making eye contact with the other woman. "Katran's mood changed... it must be... she's really into it? She didn't know she would be before, but now that she's gotten started, she's found herself... captivated by my girlish form! Is it the first blossom of romance? But... forbidden romance?!" The Navi still didn't know if she was willing to give masochism the nod yet, but she was definitely enticed by her perceived increase in the intimacy of their relationship. "And yet... oh, no, it isn't time yet. I can't have my first taste at true romance as part of a show, put on for another. I need to-"

The Navi realized she'd been staying quiet when Katran was presumably waiting on some sign to stop or go ahead. She turned her head back to Katran, but didn't make eye contact. "Um... do you think I've... l-learned my lesson? Mistress, er, Katran?" She was already beet-red, with ragged breaths, and didn't know how much more she could take. Then again, Katran was the one who was "in control," and if Katran felt the invisible hand of forbidden romance drawing her to continue, Ship wasn't in much of a position to stop her.

"Oh? Why Lyn a kick in the gut might be a bit fast for little ol' me, compaired to the pace of our navi right now." She teased, throwing out a fake southern bell accent to emphasize her clearly dainty self. "It's just so forward, I might catch a case of the vapors!" Fanning herself with her hand dramatically to further the joke. She couldn't help breaking the farce with a bit of laughter not being able to hold the act up.

As she went back to her research it seemed Lyn was a bit curious to what she was up to. I mean, what if Mira had been looking up something scandelous? Which is exactly what she was doing depending on who you asked. She could help but let out another burst of laughter as she saw Lyn's expression to the material though. That stern face just dropping in awe. It was absolutely priceless.

"Katran is a professional, she can do anything she puts her mind to. The question is if she'll need to. She's pretty good at adapting either way, she's been through a lot." Mira couldn't help but feel a little bad for Ship though, since if it came down to it she would be put through her paces pretty roughly as well. Then again Mira couldn't help but wonder if maybe that little navi was actually enjoying the attention.

Meanwhile as Katran tried her best to live up to the standards this mission presented, she tried to assess the situation and questioned herself. There certainly is a lot of material i could use, but what's the most relevant? Am i taking things too slowly? Maybe if i had some equipment to use this would lend me more options.

As she was lost in thought her body was acting on autopilot for the most part, varying the speed and pressure as she went. It took a few moments before her ears perked up to the pleas of the poor Ship squirming before her. She caught herself just a second before coming down on Ship one last time. She pondered her words for a moment, before reaching down and picking up her glove to return it to it's proper location.

"Well, as per my research and in lieu of a safeword since we seemed to skip that part, I think we can conclude this session for now. Safety and comfortability are of utmost importants from what I have downloaded just now. Is that correct Garnish?" Her voice was oddly serious in contrast to the other two navi in the situation. Perhaps that was just her default response when doing something outside of her forte for a mission.

While everyone else was trying to put the brakes on, Garnish still looked like she could happily watch Ship and Katran go at it for another hour or so. She seemed a bit deflated when the two pulled back, then shook her head and smiled. "Ah! You two are right, of course. It's fun to watch, but the important part is getting my husband on board, not you two practicing on each other. You've proven you're capable; now it's just a matter of making sure my sweet cuddle-bear is sold on the idea!" she cooed, hugging her arms tightly. As she did, she fell into fantasy for a brief moment. "Oh... if he smacks me on the buns with those big, strong hands... I'm melting!"

The two were off the hook for now, but it was out of the baking pan and into the oven. "The time has come: it's time to persuade RollerMan! Here are the coordinates that will lead you to his massage parlor, where he's probably chastely entertaining his clients now, that big, loveable goof. Once you feel that the task is accomplished, you can return to me and I will be happy to reward you for your effort. I assume you're already being paid for this by Escort, which is very sweet of her to do, but you certain deserve a little extra from me, for the help! So let me know how it goes~!" she finished. "Oh, and..." she paused, kneeling down in front of Ship and cupping her hands to the side of the little girl's face. She rearranged her curls a bit and set them back in place. "There you go! This sort of thing is hard for us girls who put a lot of maintenance into our hair. But that's just part of the fun!"

The hostess had given the two leave to go. Presumably, they'd be ready to go speak to RollerMan and put the submission business behind them.

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"Fast for you? C'mon, you could take it if I told you it was coming!" Lyn demonstrated, rising to her feet to casually throw a mean-looking gut-level kick at the air while still holding her PET. "I dunno about the vapors, but the most important thing is not to lose your lunch. Clench your stomach! There's no sense crying over lost lunch... f*ckin' Norman Rockefeller said that. Pretty sure it applies."

Lyn sat back and settled down again as Mira continued. "Eh? Good at adapting? Been through a lot? What, so you're tellin' me she does all this kinky sh*t- Wait, that doesn't make sense, you were just lookin' it up. Ya mean she's been doin', uh... other kinds of nasty? So this is new for her, but she's... experienced?" Lyn seemed to be having a hard time grasping that Mira was implying a general skill in adaptation was helping Katran in the current situation.

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Ship was having a hard time understanding that Katran was actually in careful consideration of her actions at this point and not, in fact, on a spontaneous flight of romantic fancy. She was having a hard time thinking of much of anything other than her internal conflict of whether to plead for more or plead for mercy. Thankfully, Katran interpreted her vague question as a code to stop. As Katran wound down, Ship admitted to herself that she was just fine with that. "Oh dear... I hope our time with RollerMan is going to involve some lying on my stomach..."

Ship remained in her undignified position a while longer as Garnish spoke, since she wasn't entirely sure if Garnish was going to let them go with what they'd shown so far. Fortunately, she seemed pleased, and eager to get the ball rolling properly. "I have no doubt we'll be able to convince him. The two of you will be feeling pleasure from your pain in no time!" Ship reassured her, still holding her behind in the air. Tentatively, she tried to arc down from that position and get sitting on her legs, but that caused her to let out an undisguised wince. Forcing her face back into a smile, she accepted Garnish's help. The woman had a point, although Ship reminded herself she'd need to do a check behind her to make sure she didn't get any sweaty frosting in her hair.

The Navi picked her hat back up, brushed it off on her leg, and rose to her feet. Putting the hat back on her head and carefully squaring it made her feel a little bit more respectable again. "Why, as soon as I can get my temperature down, it'll be like this never even..." Ship's train of thought tapered off as she glanced back at Katran, then darted her head away on the verge of making eye contact, the heat rising to her face again. "Just leave it to us! We'll be back with good news! Come along, Mis- er, Katran!" the Navi squeaked, then made her way to the location for RollerMan's office using the updated coordinates she'd just received.