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Artemie's explanation raised as many questions as it answered, though she held her tongue for now. Volana had a feeling that the myriad of questions beginning to bubble to the surface of her mind would be addressed either during the briefing, or more directly, once they reached the surface of the planet proper. That, and she had no desire to overwhelm the other pilot, especially now that she knew just how [i]long[/i] Artemie Isra had actually been frozen for. If she had felt disoriented when coming out of a fifteen year stint in the tube, Volana could only imagine what sort of cobwebs Artemie was shaking out of her mind at the moment.

Speaking of the briefing...

"[color=aquamarine]Perhaps we should bring that up during the briefing, yes?[/color]" Volana suggested at Brusilov's mention of getting naming honors, the slight lilting cadence of her accent indicating the half-serious mirth in which she put forth the idea. The Cytherean pilot stacked the packages of her MRE together before standing. "[color=aquamarine]I am going to head to the hangar, maybe I find out more information if I arrive early.[/color]"

Volana made her way towards the door of the mess, disposing of the remains of her MREs as she went.

"[color=aquamarine]If anyone would like to join me.[/color]"