[color=#FF2E00]“Wouldn’t mind sneaking into a base to blow it up now that it’s a base I actually want to blow up.”[/color] Avelyn piped up - quietly so bystanders wouldn’t have uncomfortable questions - once she was done with her meal. [color=#FF2E00]“Not now though.”[/color] Fighting right after lunch wasn’t a good idea. She pulled her legs up on the chair to rest her chin on her knee and hugged her shins, idly observing the surroundings. First with her eyes, than letting the mental barriers down again and checking that nobody gave any thought to Ashton’s antics. [i]Hundred-fucking-million, Jesus Christ![/i] she shook her head, the reality of the situation still sinking in. A foreign voice in her mind started wondering what all those kids were doing there all alone and sleeping piled on top of each other, but a quick angry look over her shoulder was enough to shoo the curious nobody away.

[color=#FF2E00]“Anyway, if we get to pick, I’d rather it was something where getting your head taken clean off is low on the list of threats for a change. Places like this can be all sorts of fun.”[/color] She shared her view, having had taken a little more shot and shrapnel in the past four years than one should have by their age and missing the days of walking into a department store with nothing but her wit and deft hands and walking out with a few thousand Credits worth of small jewellery. [color=#FF2E00]“That is, I’m not saying I enjoy rifling through some poor sod’s memories while his hair is on fire and my thumb is almost pushing the bullet I put in his shoulder out the opposite side, but I could name a couple of bastards that could use such a send off.”[/color] she hurried to explain in a hushed voice - accompanied by subconscious hand gestures - when she realized what she said could be interpreted in a drastically different way to what she actually meant. Not that the explanation sounded much better.

As if on cue, the newscast came on, followed by the extremists’ demands. [color=#FF2E00]“Bollocks. This guy doesn’t have hair...”[/color] She flatly stated the obvious, [color=#FF2E00]“I can figure out how many of them there are, their composition, probably even get an idea of how to best go about this, provided I can get close enough. Or better yet inside that thing to be certain. If the hull is thick enough it could interfere with the Mind Bridge.”[/color] she suggested recon before striking, having almost four years of experience doing exactly that. [color=#FF2E00]“Also, I’ll ask in advance: Are we helping ourselves to some gear while we’re in there or do we behave?”[/color]