Idalia looked on in amazement as the ship entered the water, finding it odd that it washed down over the windows. The light filtering in made quite a difference to the Bridges ambiance, but Idalia was more focused on the myriad small fish that seemed to be swimming as quickly as they could away from this sudden invader of their territory. The Tempests stay underwater was a short lived one though, and just as quickly as water had washed over the bridges main window it then washed away. Moments later, the vast bulk of the rest of the ship broke the surface, seeing the sunlight for the first time as the water of the Loch flowed off it. They hovered in the air for a moment, giving Idalia a brief view of the world the Tau’ri called home, before the ship sped off, angling upwards to escape the atmosphere and any prying eyes.

If the rising from the Loch had been impressive, something even Ariadne admitted, then the arrival in space was even more so. Idalia marveled at it as the earths atmosphere fell away below them, having moved so close to the glass that her nose was just about pressed up against it. She ignored Ariadne’s reminder that she was embarrassing them, looking anything but dignified at that moment. She was in Space! To see it with her own eyes brought so much more feeling than the images in Ariadne’s vast memory.

She dimly became aware of the captain speaking, in time to hear that Strike One was wanted in the briefing room. She continued to stare out the window until Ariadne gently reminded her that Strike One included them. And that the Briefing room also had a panoramic window.