The last few days had been stressful, disconnection from Veda for such an extended period of time was making Saturnalia lose direction and purpose, though she tried her best to hide it from everyone around her. To make matters worse, the only people who were familiar with the world as she knew it were Graham and Nena. Unfortunately, Graham didn't seem that fazed by the current situation and was too much of a combat eccentric for Saturnalia's tastes. Nena on the other hand was the enemy, and so as not to reveal her true allegiance to Ribbons, Saturnalia was content to simply ignore Nena and let her rot in the brig. The battles had also been continuous and relentless, revealing a plethora of unfamiliar technology. For the most part, Saturnalia hung back near the Sundown, providing artillery support and base defense; there was no point rushing out without a clear objective. This way, she could also easily recharge if necessary since the engineers had successfully managed to finish constructing power conduit for her GN drive. Saturnalia was wondering if she could figure out a way to commandeer the Throne Drei's false GN Drive for herself. Unfortunately, she had already told the crew of the Sundown that the false GN drive was dangerous so they had it secured.

She had been rooming with Donna Lindemann, but for the time being, they had each kept to themselves. Saturnalia heavily considered trying to talk to her, as she was the only other female pilot who wasn't a child. Saturnalia was sitting in the Virtue's cockpit, trying to figure out a way to reconnect with Veda, though if she herself was unable to do so, it was even less likely the Virtue or Nadleeh could, even though the Nadleeh had a special connection to Veda. Deciding to give up for now, Saturnalia opened the cockpit to see a few of the pilots having gathered in the hangar. She lowered herself down, and approached, suddenly becoming very nervous. In actuality, Saturnalia had been in hibernation her whole life, learning from Veda, and had really only been awake for a few years. She had difficulty having conversations, usually she only communicated for the sake of whatever mission she was assigned. Talking about anything besides the job at hand was awkward and put her out of her element.

"G-good morning sirs...and lady," She began timidly, showing a side quite unlike the objective serious she had displayed when they had first met and whenever she was in battle.