Whiplash shortly after joining the fleet. She was given her own place as with all members in the fleet but she has a few "trust issues" and sleeps in one of the main eating halls.

One of the humans eventually decided to at least give her a blanket and pillow. She clicked her gun and drew her knife and said thanks as she closed her sad tired eyes.

"No problem, and sleep well" he said as he left.

Give a mouse a cookie, and it'll come back... Give Whiplash a blanket... And maybe she'll learn to trust.