Diana, on the other hand, loved dancing and karaoke. What she didn't love, however, was the fact that in a crowd of this many people, with this many pulses, some of the other passengers were beginning to look like cartoon chicken legs. The fact of the matter was that Diana was on the brink of starving. While she'd accepted some of the blood the ship had to offer, it was the bare minimum. Maybe she was a well-known idiot. But even she knew better than to accept free blood when it was offered.

It always came with a catch. There was always a catch.

So while she took some time to dance and sing, after a little while, she decided that everyone would be best be served if she moved off to the sidelines of the party proper. Which was what she did, her white, plastic go-go boots clacking across the deck as she made her way over to the bar.

That's when she spotted the unfamiliar ginger man.

Diana was an aura reader by nature, but she didn't need to take a sneak peek at his aura to know that this was a man in distress.

Ever the soft-hearted creature, she made her way over to him, her long, brown hair swishing behind her back. "New arrival?" she asked gently, in her aggressive West Coast accent.