Hanabaptiste closed her eyes, mind racing. Sunlight, coming through the window, washed her face in light. Holding herself perfectly still, it felt like that moment stretched out for a small eternity. Berlin, sitting quietly, saw that while her face was perfectly composed, her hands had bunched into tight fists. He took one last sip of tea, waiting. 

She opened her eyes, let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Berlin saw her hands open, palms facing upwards. 

"When do we depart, Captain?"