Part of Adila is, of course, screaming. Every interaction she's had with Hornet using technology has been a disaster, she has no sense of priority or scale, the responsible thing to do is to physically remove her from the engine room until there's a problem serious enough to roll the dice over...

But she doesn't do that. She just stands there holding the panel like a big dork. An awkward silence as she tries to find the thoughts. +Hey. Princess Hornet,+ she thought awkwardly. +So... um...+

She's got no idea where she's going with this. Hornet very clearly isn't being careless. She wasn't careless last time either, with the drill... or in the castle... or in the Bazaar. There's a grim motion to her work, no laughter, not even a smile. 

When [i]was[/i] the last time she saw her smile? 

She hovers half in the doorway, holding that panel like it's a wall she doesn't know how to climb.

*

There's a terrible moment of vindication when everything explodes. 

She moves like black lightning, all the uncertainty collapsing back into instinct. She crosses the engine deck faster than fire, snatching up Hornet without losing a second of momentum before crashing through the hull to the open air beyond. Her wings expand to catch the breeze but instead are filled with razor darkness and only then does Adila realize that Hornet isn't to blame for this.

She folds up, tumbles, dives, tries her best to power through the shadows. She's an obsidian comet with a trail of autumn fire fabric in her wake.