Silvia followed Ailen into the elevator and turned around to face the doors, standing there as she rested her hands on her hips and glancing around; perking a brow as he mentioned the hat. “Then why wear it?” Silvia muttered. She knew the regulations of GTC as well as anyone but she never understood the reason for many of them. There she stood in a mining suit from Earth, not the typical wear of a T-1. As Ailen went on about her training she shrugged. “It’s either here or the Crystal Fields, GTC has about had it with me and they ain’t seen nothing yet,” she growled as her eyes narrowed slightly. Shaking it off she tilted her head to the side slightly at his mention of being more sensitive to crystals and having to use other than a Black as a T-1. It was odd but not unheard of, she had researched all the ranking T-1 before coming but GTC liked to keep most files locked up and only gave base information. 

	Nodding as he mentioned the rumors, they flew around like flies over a dead beast within the GTC. A lot of that because the files were so secure and people were left wondering what really did happen where and when. “Oh, never believe rumors, they bite you in the ass,” she said as she stepped out of the elevator and followed Ailen over towards the ship; stopping in her tracks when her eyes fell on Strath. “Well aren’t you different,” she said as she began to walk around him. Silvia was not one to scare easy but startling her was a different story. She had met some races but not many. Srath was obviously one she hadn’t met. As she walked back around him she rose up, levitating slightly in midair so she could see him on equal eye level.  Another quirk of Silvias that few Talents could pull off with ease. “Sorry to stare, first time and all,” she said as she looked at him before lowering herself back down and listening to what both Ailen and Srath had to say.

	“He’s right you know,” Silvia said towards Ailen in reference to what Srath said. “For all you know those bastards at GTC flooded the grape vine with talk of me having a kind heart in hopes of you latching on to it and me uncovering any smuggling operations. Hell they might even be on their way now to lock the Tower down,” she smirked as she looked from one of them to the other. “I am just a bitch with an attitude,” she finished up as the smirk faded and she watched Gaia dart off. “That one is going to be a handful,” she muttered before turning her attention back to the both of them. “From now on, anything goes through me. Screw Tristan, you need something I’ll make it happen,” she said before her eyes narrowed and she looked at Ailen. “You, I want all blocked transmissions, all records of delayed shipments, everything you have on the little bugger. Video, paper, voice logs, all of it by the end of the week,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Got it?”

	“And as far as my looks go, please keep it to yourself. No offense, I have bigger things to deal with right now than another man trying to get into my pants. The biggest is getting rid of Tristan.” Taking a deep breath she looked around for Gaia and then sighed deeply as she rubbed her temples. "I want that one reassigned from where ever she is as my personal empath since she seems to be in on this enough for you to trust her here. She can be put to good use if she is closer to me. Now, lets get me settled in and go meet the little priss."