[h3][center][i]Jannah[/i] Hangar: Intermission[/center][/h3]

"Then now you know why I refuse to stop running checks." Sasha replied, continuing to give Joan a reproachful look. A milder one, admittedly, but the understatement had not passed beneath her notice at all. Some would point out (before they perished) that little did, but that was irrelevant. She tightened her grip despite outward appearances and continued to let Joan work at her hair in vain. Both of them knew there would be new grease streaks inside of a few hours. "I'm glad he performed up to spec, though. And you didn't get a scratch on him, so I'm not going to have much work to do. Not much on Valk, either."

"But you're still a fibber. And I will make sure to remind you of it when we're using that spare time for hanging out. You need rest."