With lips pressed together to hold it all together, she nodded stiffly, hoping that he was right. Az had not met and spoken with all that many people on board, but every one that she had, they had been quite pleasant and interesting to speak with. The fact that so many had been injured, so many hurt...
"There should be, I think." A ship this size was bound to have someone who knew about animals, right? Especially as personal pets were mentioned the brochure as perfectly acceptable and welcomed. Dark eyes looked away, in attempt to pull herself together. It was colder without Jeb's arms around her, as well as harder to feel comforted simply by the fact that she had found him. This would be much easier if they were all safely on land.
"I'm s-sure he's...he's fine." With a glance down at her boyfriend's phone, she was a bit concerned over the fact that there was no service to be had.
It was all she could do to get the thought out, that Gregory was fine, because he was a cat and they had amazing luck. They fell out of buildings and walked away. The domestic black short hair cat had been with her for eight years, and she loved the beast to death. Even when he was feeling like a brat, and doing everything from swatting Nikko when they met to stealing any dangly earrings he found and hiding them from her.
"We should," and Az promptly burst into tears, dropping her face into her hands, having lost the battle against the sledgehammer of an evening.