Avelyn eagerly awaited introductions to the snake’s head, curious about the modus operandi of the new management. For starters, she’d probably be referred to by name and not service number, which was already an improvement. Although she was a little disappointed when Moonstrike One opened with something that made them sound like a telemarketer. Still, the voice behind the proverbial mask threw around more big digits, making her wonder. Either they were full of it, or much more than just a ‘simple’ rebellion. Up until now she assumed this band they were attached to was simply the upper one percent so to speak, experimental IFV and everything, but that option was starting to show more and more holes.

As the saying goes: Habit is an iron shirt. And Avelyn’s habit of springing into action immediately whenever free stuff was offered might as well have been one made of mithril. She turned her head away from the hologram that wasn’t showing anything of interest anyway just enough to see Abaddon and - after a brief pause for her brain to accept and process just what her eyes were telling it - one of the lemon bars shot across the room into her waiting open palm. She turned fully to face him to say a word of thanks… and almost dropped it when she caught a glimpse of Laurey. For a moment, it was as if her mind took a break. Avelyn forgot what she was going to say, any actual sound was drowned out by a cacophony of foreign thoughts and she had to give her head a harsh shake to get back in the present. Sure, there would be other people with implants like that, but it caught her off guard. She forced the Rau’ve ship, the ambush and the airlock out of her mind, thankful she’d turned [i]after[/i] she retrieved the lemon bar lest it have been flung across the room like an unguided rocket. [color=#FF2E00]“Thanks.”[/color] She finally nodded toward Abaddon.

She turned back to the planning and took a bite of the lemon bar, catching Phi giving her an eye. Did she see her space out there for a moment? Avelyn returned the gaze and shrugged with her arms in a nonverbal version of a confused [i]”What?”[/i] before seizing a moment of silence to chip in. [color=#FF2E00]“Faster route leaves us more time to figure out our game plan once we’ve actually seen how things are at Plenty.”[/color] She shared her two cents, [color=#FF2E00]“And if we get to slap a bunch of capless Carl’s along the way, all the better. The short route will likely mean we’ll have the time to spare and we’d get to see each other work. It’s an opportunity to iron out any issues before the big show.”[/color] She concluded, finishing the lemon bar and extending her hand with a thumb up in the direction where Abaddon stood the last time she saw him, quite unwilling to turn again.