Silver was enjoying her time on 777, to be honest. She loved how people were so accepting here, how she was immediately just one of them. It was nice, honestly. It felt like Cryo-IV, though much, much warmer and without the constant risk of death. The similarity was bittersweet given what had happened to Cryo-IV, but her brain loved to make connections, so she was making them. She was dressed in a long, flowy sundress, yellow with white lace at the hem. Not much rainbow on her, despite her weird as fuck gender situation. Instead, she had a sunhat on, with a rainbow ribbon and bow on it. Her white hair was left free to flow down to her mid-calf, though its specific construction and composition fiber-wise meant it hardly ever tangled. She was just standing off to the side, holding still so butterflies would land on her- she was succeeding in that, she had several already.