Ireland wasn't much to see, not after the Moon. The base even less, after spending even just a little time at Mao.

And returning to Earth's gravity wasn't fun. It never seemed so [i]heavy[/i] until you'd been in space, and then it just seemed unbearable. For a while, anyway. The ride was harder to deal with than the planet. Putting UTX into a single transport was.... [i]Interesting[/i]. Corinne was in a confined space without much of anything to do, which was [i]never[/i] a recipe for anything good. Adam sighed often enough about it to make her wish she was deaf and not mute, and that was without getting into Anju. The ex-DC pilot was friendly enough, probably [i]over[/i] friendly, but... Something about her blood started to heat up again whenever she saw that Guarlion. She'd fought them during the war. Lost colleagues to them. That was a two-way street; the other pilot had probably lost colleagues to [i]her[/i], too. But the Federation didn't start that war. The Crusaders did.

Credit where credit was due, they were on the same side now. It wasn't her place to judge. So she tried her best to be... Well, at least civil back. Admittedly 'friendly' probably wasn't the word.

Niko she had a few brief 'conversations' with, seeing as she was one of the few who would understand him and he her. It was rude not to cultivate a working relationship there. But for the most part she settled into the Tausendfussler win silence, luggage stowed and a tablet on her lap. There was a complete dearth of details on their mission, so reading up wasn't going to help her. So she passed the time watching what she had saved to its memory, the shows that would keep her entertained no matter what. 

It was too unpredictable a ride to work on her scale references.

[color=a0410d]"Do we know where we're going?"[/color] Hazel asked through her PDA, yawning as she stepped off of the Taus. [color=a0410d]"And where we're staying while here?"[/color]