Azurael had seen Sephiroth and T'vor louginhg together in their pyjamas the night before last. Azurael had had a fairly hard time getting to sleep and had decided to wander around until she was tired. Good tactic but it failed. She shook her head, still unable to believe 'The Dragon' could be so casual she was used to his much more formal grumpy persona. She concentrated on the controls in front of her, entry into Earth`s atmosphere was merely mintues away. All hands would be needed on deck.

She had also had a small chat earlier in the day to Sasha. The princess had apologised to her and would have likely said more, or that was the impression Azurael got, had other people not chosen the very moment to walk in on them in the rec room. Azurael knew some things she would never forgive the princess for and would never go back to Angel citizenship. She was interested in how things might further develope. Azurael pegged it down to Sasha wanting some-one to slave drive again, having not found luck. Azrael snorted, she definitely did nor want that again. She mentaly chastised herself for losing her full focus. She concentrated fully this time.

Damien was also at his controls beside Azurael. "Hull temperature increasing. Contact with Terran atmosphere" the Demon gleefully announced.