Getting to the colony wasn't any difficulty, not once it was assured that their new 'friends' weren't going to take a shot at her. That wasn't to say that Rebekah let her guard down while she maneuvered efficiently towards the colony, preserving as much propellant as she possibly could. Quite the opposite, actually. The Metal Spider's heat visor was down the whole trip to watch for any enemies laying in wait, either as part of a trap or Zeonic pilots that didn't get the memo. She encountered neither, fortunately.

When she [i]did[/i] get to the colony she landed the Striker next to the Juggler she had traveled in with, as well as the Thunderbolt-sector GM. A ceasefire didn't mean she was taking chances or she wanted to let anyone get the drop on them.

Which was why her sidearm was drawn when she opened her cockpit.

Not aimed at anyone; she knew proper trigger discipline. You didn't aim at someone you didn't intend to shoot. But the safety was off and it was in her hand, in the event anyone decided to try something [i]cute[/i]. She hadn't put her helmet back on, so her hair was gathered into a bun hidden by the hat from her uniform instead. A low priority at the moment, but the normalcy of it was relaxing.

"So." Rebekah started. Her tone was neutral, but there was a trace of frigidity to it that spoke of her mistrust. "Has anyone actually looked around to see if there is a functioning comm system anywhere around here, yet? Let alone one that could get through the Minovsky fields out there?"