[center][h2]OSDT [i]Jannah[/i][/h2]HFV Hangar Bay[/center]
So early in the "morning", the large open spaces in the hangar are left eerily desolate. A number of the lights throughout the hangar are turned off and the odd one left over occasionally flickers between shadows being cast by the odd bug that found its way aboard flickering about them. Not too far away from the launching rail stands the dimly lit Russian behemoth standing imposingly over the rest of the mecha in the bay and next to it, standing at a bit under two thirds its height, the OS Type 7, with its single eye faint and shield arms supported by scaffolding. In contrast to the low lighting, a colorful spectrum of lights splash at the feet of the two mecha alongside various digital clashes and bangs; at the feet of the two mecha, Levi thwacks her thumbs at a handheld console with her tongue half poking out and a mix of concentration and irritation on her face. 

It's pretty hard to miss the Russian behemoth - no, the human one, not the mecha - walking across any hangar bay, let alone a quiet one. Levi sneaks a glance in Yusof's direction before ultimately focusing on her game, refusing to yield any more than she has to. 
[b]"You get the ready message?"[/b] comes Yusof as he approaches his 'seat', [b]"Sounds to me like we've shown up finally! Unfortunate, I was going to win too."[/b] Levi, after letting him finish, semi-seriously lets out a 'shh' as she beats at the buttons on the handheld. After not even a few seconds, she lets out something resembling an unflattering, irritated grunt before pressing on the power button and setting the handheld on the floor haphazardly. 
[b]"Psh,"[/b] she jabs as she reaches for her hot drink of choice for that morning and brings it half to bear, [b]"not if you keep crumpling your cards like you do in those hands of hours. It's easy to find them once you put them down, y'know?"[/b] Admittedly, she's just poking fun - she wishes she was that sharp, but something'd have to be wrong if she didn't greet Yusof with a light jab of some description. Exactly what she's drinking is a bit of a mystery, though: she never has settled on anything in-particular, but it always has to be a hot drink. 

[b]"How'd you sleep anyway? Are they using the gym in the morning yet?"[/b] Levi moves on to ask after taking a mouthful from her cup. She lazily reaches over for the portable stereo and presses at the buttons until finding what she's after, now that she's done with her game. Music plays faintly across the hangar bay, sitting happily in the background.