[i][h3][color=PaleTurquoise]Winter[/color][/h3][/i]
Winter nodded to the captain when he dismissed them. Casting one last glance around the room, (she was most definitely [i]not[/i] looking at Taran… it was just a general sweep of everyone – no one in particular) she turned away and headed to the door. She opened it to find two twins pressed up against it, clearly eavesdropping. Ah. This was why they weren't at the briefing. The corner of Winter's mouth quirked up into a smirk as she looked at them. It seemed they were still paranoid about seeing the consequences of their little scene in Ballard.

[color=paleturquoise][i]Good,[/i][/color] she thought as she floated past them. [color=paleturquoise][i]Let them worry a little more.[/i][/color]

Winter began walking down the hall towards her room. Two and a half hours was more than enough time to change and get everything ready for the mission, but she figured she may as well start now. If she holed herself up in her room for the entirety of that time, she wouldn't have to face… anyone else. The shakiness of her own reasoning made her uncomfortable, but she couldn't really bring herself to care at the moment. 

She began listing supplies off in her head as she walked, thinking of what she'd need. Her mind drifted to her weapons cabinet, holding all sorts of daggers and knives, wires, poisons… and her two sickle blades. It had been a very long time since she'd brought those out. And she still had no intention to. Winter knew she had a good thing going here, with this odd little crew. And the captain knew about her… situation. He wouldn't throw her into a situation where she'd have to get too violent. Winter scrunched her eyebrows together as she thought back to what she'd done in Ballard. Fighting that guard has been easy. Familiar. Satisfying. When she'd pointed that gun at his head, all she'd wanted to do was pull the trigger and blow him away. It would've been cleaner than leaving him alive. She'd felt hints of long-buried anger creeping to the surface and for a split second, all she'd wanted to do was make him [i]hurt[/i]. But then it was gone and she was back.

No. That was done and passed. She'd go to her room, get herself ready, they'd go in and either take or break this super-weapon, get out, and then all she'd have to worry about would be… Taran.

Oh god. Winter still had to deal with Taran.