Reena, as inebriated as she was right now, still had some semblance of what was going on around her, and she was aware that the Captain had called everyone into the main deck for a briefing. Bold choice, considering the amount of alcohol currently going through the majority of the crew right now. As she tried to figure out a way to drink from one of the bottles she had taken back from Galvus, a flash of lucidity hit her for just a moment as she considered that her being loaded might make her more receptive to whatever the dangerous mission might have been. If the Captain wanted to, he could pretty easily convince Reena to do something that a more sober Reena wouldn't have even considered. That would have been a trick worthy of a Sorlas matron if there ever was one.

Luckily, as far as Reena knew, the Captain was not a Sorlas matron. Raymond Chase was a good man and a fine leader, and as far as Captains go there are few others she would have been happy working under. If she could jump in front of a gun to save Raymond's life...she would give the concept some serious consideration. Hey, she had a lot of respect for the Captain, but she still wasn't in any hurry to eat a bullet for the guy. Getting shot hurt.

Still, Reena decided, she should do something nicer for once and go see what this mission was. Handing off the bottles to Tymea again, Reena flounced off after the new copilot and took a seat next to her on the bridge, going for a spin in the swivel chairs when she found out they were swivel chairs.