[color=f6989d]"Extra careful. I'm only the [i]most careful[/i],"[/color] Tibulass joked as she kept piloting the ship. Her hood was off her head again, and her hair was up in some kind of bun at this point. It wasn't well made, far from it, but it was working out for her. It'd be fine. 

She looked over at Stryker and stood from her chair. [color=f6989d]"I flicked on auto for a few minutes. We'll be there in about four or five hours. If it's a mission that needs our preparation, you should probably give us all a debriefing. I'll be below trying to sort out my clothes into the drawers that are down there."[/color] Tibulass walked over to the stairs descending down to her little room before she turned back again to see Stryker. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, after a few moments of hesitation, all that came out was a sigh. She didn't know what to say to him, her mind was just going crazy. She'd be over these feelings within the next few hours... or days... or months... hopefully.

[@Crossfire]