Ava shrugged and shook her head. "Sugar coat it all you like, Caribbean." She smiled coyly, remembering her own set of relevant lyrics. "And how did the other tune go? Hmmm? I believe it was... 'Meet the new boss, same as the old boss'? Anyway, I can relate, somewhat, as many can about their homeland seeking better grounds among the wastes of this broken world." 

Ava paused, the playfulness in her voice seemingly replaced with a slightly sadder tone. "Sadly I was from a country defending said land... not seeking it." She looked to the Caribbean-born pilot, eyes somewhat darker, more serious. "If history has taught us anything, the ones who threw the words 'liberating' or 'freeing' while [i]invading[/i] where more than often the ones who couldn't be any farther from what they said they stood for." Ava sighed, leaning back once again. 

"But I get ahead of myself here, our unexpectedly long and exhausting trip hasn't done wonders with my mood, admittedly. We should probably discuss more fruitful topics... Like where do we all go from hear after we've had a little rest? The weather around these parts isn't exactly those most predictable.... So, Herr Kommandant, what exactly is our next step?" Ava said, glancing over at Roland. 


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