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Among the crew, was someone who would almost fail a breathalyzer test 100% of the time, and she was currently fiddling with some electrical looking device near the cockpit.

Aaaagh, how long were they going to be flying in this dull hunk of metal? Couldn't they make these things more interesting? Make it look like a dragon! flamethrowers! Oh oh, she knew how it could be improved! A full liquor bar! Ahaha, yes, that makes everything better! Ah, but no, they wouldn't let her do that. Stupid military protocols. It was a good thing it was only illegal if she got caught. Stupid doctor taking away her lab time because she was a good businesswoman. Hmph.

Really, at this point Zasada was just trying to do something to distract herself from this long, boring flight into the sticks. Like really, she was a Ursus city girl. She shouldn't be here! Certainly she was interested in running numerous of morally and legally questionable tests on Originium, but she had people before! She could send people to collect that for her! Aaaah, pathetic. Look what she was reduced to.

...well, that was fine, she deserved this, anyways.

"GAH, You duraki are more boring than my previous co-workers." Finally, she broke the silence, her impatience and the silence finally getting to her. The fact that other people weren't keen on replying to her didn't seem to deter her in the slightest. Immediately, she locked eyes with Rex, flashing him a smile, her pale skin tinged with red a bit. Knowing her, she had likely sneaked in a drink somewhere. "Ahaahah, you, you're finally awake! We're going to be crossing the border soon! Riventor is on the horizon and we're dealing with turbulent weather. Ahahaha, all we need now is to get shot down or something and it'll make for a great story to tell. Crashed, having to fight off some scum, and a bottle of the finest Vodka."

The Ursus quickly moved over to Rex, taking a seat next to him with a large grin.

"Say, you're from Blacksteel, right? You must be pretty good with that gun of yours. Hmhm, have we worked together before, I can't remember." Rex would clearly be able to smell a faint scent of alcohol, but it'd be odd for Zasada if she didn't faintly smell of it.