Quinn frowned, but not much, and not for long. She was disappointed that Besca couldn't join them for sure, but she [i]was[/i] the commander, after all. However busy [i]Quinn[/i] thought she was, Besca was definitely busier, and it always amazed her to no end.

“[color=skyblue]Guess it’s just you and I today. What do you wanna do after this? We should try to squeeze in another session before dinner, but anything on your plate besides?[/color]”

Quinn [i]hmm[/i]ed, lightly tapping the rim of her glass with her fingernail and tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. "[color=FFE63D]I've gotta do some more sim work, but...[/color]" Tap. Tap. "[color=FFE63D]I'm not [i]really[/i] sure what I'm s'posed to do in there right now without a weapon.[/color]" 

She sighed and dropped her hand, the faint [i]ding[/i] falling silent. "[color=FFE63D]I should do that soon, I really should. I'm just...[/color]" [i]—scared[/i], she finished in her head. But it sounded a little ridiculous to say even to herself, so it would certainly sound totally nonsensical to Dahlia. "[color=FFE63D]...Kind of worried about what it's gonna be. 'S a big thing, y'know?[/color]" 

That wasn't a lie, either. She really was deeply apprehensive of the whole thing. After all, once a pilot pulled a weapon, that was [i]their weapon,[/i] and no force could change that. She knew, academically, that the weapon was supposed to represent a pilot, so it would be something they clicked with no matter what. But that didn't stop the nerves from burning a hole in her gut. 

And though it was [i]obviously[/i] absurd, the hidden fear of seeing that cannon again wasn't a rational thing. She couldn't even [i]begin[/i] to think about it without her hands clenching into tight fists under the table.

Still, she needed to do that soon. She was a [i]pilot[/i] now, she really was. And a pilot needed a weapon. It was past time. "[color=FFE63D]Either way, I'll probably wait as much as I can on those, see if I draw that thing soon.[/color]"

She sat up straighter in the booth, looking back down to Dahlia. "[color=FFE63D]So I should probably go knock out my eval with Doctor Follen. No sense putting it off, right?[/color]" And really, she was looking forward to it. He was just the [i]nicest,[/i] and whenever she talked to him she felt better for the rest of the day. Hence the #2 spot on the Quinn's-Favorite-Person list. 

"[color=FFE63D]If I've got any free time after, I'll probably head back to the gym anyway.[/color]" Her mental docket flapped for attention. "[color=FFE63D]That last kick stretched me a little more than I'd like, so I need to start really working on flexibility.[/color]" She idly toyed with the hem of the familiar mustard-brown shirt she was wearing as she spoke. 

"[color=FFE63D]But first thing's first, checkup for sure.[/color]"