[img]https://i.imgur.com/nalNq9e.jpg[/img] Fer a minute there, Abby’s struck dumb. Pen said that all innocent like, but that Cheshire Cat grin ‘o’ hers was bright enough tah read by. Caught ‘er all flat footed, ‘til she ‘membered her trainin’. [color=ffd700][b][i]”When you’re a spy…”[/i][/b][/color] Quandary was, she couldn’t think ‘o’ nothin’ from there on. Had tah move...Hook weren’t stupid. He’d catch on she’s on tha spot right quick. Abby grabbed tha coffee, raised the cup to her lips. She put an index finger up in the “jest one minute” sign as she pulled her wits from them sleep cobwebs. Finally, as the warmth spread through her innards, the girl had somethin’ tah come back with. “Big day,” she cleared her throat afore speakin. “Got launch and a hover cargo pickup tah prep. Still ain’t got a mechanic so I may have tah run preflights, ‘less the Cap’n says different.” That piece ‘o’ wit put out there, she give Pen a smile of her own afore takin’ another sip.