Mia smiles drily at the drone, her eyebrow twitching slightly. After a moment of silence, she just sighs and walks out of the room. As she moves past the tray, it bursts open violently, and she briefly retrieves her gear and clothing. "This is me, departing. I don't have time to wait that long, so I'll just find someone else to talk to." She marches out of the room, already homing in on the nearest soul that was beyond the average. Races that gave rank based on power were so convenient, it made it so much easier to find the important people. The nearest was Mute, who was near another interesting soul. Little did Mia know she was heading towards Logar. Behind her, the tray and wall begin weaving themselves back together.