Val would gladly take the seat, if only it would last so long. Sadly, without a chance to sit down she turned and watched a few people go out. She heaved a breath and sighed, she took her face in her hands and muttered a little to herself. If anyone were around to hear it it'd probably be along the lines of self-discipline and telling herself to be professional, even when others were not. This strict moral training surely would take a toll on anyone, but to her, hardly. Valerie looks like the kind of girl who would take you to the hallway where no-one can see and give you an earful for not following orders. Heck, if you got too out of line, she might even give you a slap. She composed herself, twirled on the spot, hair twirling out elegantly for a moment, short-lived as it runs back and whips her in the face. Graceful.

She strode out, pushing past the receptionist ignoring any comments from her. She had no time for a cheering up, she felt horrible then, a bad first impression -and- she already made an enemy, or maybe just someone to look out for. She'd noticed the judging stare of the psyche and to that she could only think [i] Like you can judge, druggy [/i] Although this thought startled her, she hardly thought so lowly of psyches, she knew what they could do and she knew to respect them but for some reason, running a couple miles through thick mud and whipping forest branches puts a dampen on your happy mood.

She looked at the ship, her eyes sparkling "Nice.." she muttered. She'd been on a ship a few times but her eyes drew to the cockpit. It had sleek black metal, which reminded her, startlingly, of the discoloured dark-grey cockpits she used to build as a child. This made her shift in her boots excitedly "Ooh.. This is going to be [i]fun[/i]" she muttered to herself.