As they rode the elevator up, Tillie kept talking. About never having seen how [i]big[/i] they were. Quinn had mostly gotten used to it at this point, but yeah...they were pretty huge.

A tiny thorn of sadness buried itself into Quinn's heart the same way it always did when people talked about their parents, but she ignored it as best she could and kept listening to this excitable new person in her life, occasionally throwing in a comment. "[color=ffe63d]I don't know if it's really [i]cool[/i], but it's nice to be able to make a difference.[/color]" She smiled an awkward smile; the smile of someone who hasn't smiled a lot, and is still trying to get used to the sensation. 

As they finally reached the top—dear lord, the trip up always took forever—she slowly took the standard trio of long, deep breaths to offset the anxiety that always started bubbling inside her gut when she got up here, and the hangar floor that dropped a hundred feet away. It wasn't exactly a point of view she was unused to, but being outside of the Savior made it feel much more keenly dangerous. One more long, shuddering breath as Tillie walked over to a little console, and her mouth kept moving. 

"[color=f26522]I-I saw your fight in Casoban! You really surprised everyone, even me! Uhm! I mean, not that I didn’t think you wouldn’t—well, maybe I didn’t, a little. But I was rooting for you! Ever since they first started talking about you. Actually, it’s kinda why I signed up.[/color]"

Quinn couldn't help it; a laugh burst from her, nervous and trembling and frayed around the edges. "[color=ffe63d]Don't worry,[/color]" she said when the laughter abated, "[color=ffe63d]I didn't think I was going to win either.[/color]"

She would've kept talking, but the chill rolled over her body again and she tensed up. It felt a little like when [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] was giving her feelings, but there was something deeper and more alien to it. Something totally devoid of any semblance of humanity. She shivered.

Actually, on that note...

She turned to where Tillie stood next to her and shook her head. "[color=ffe63d]No, it's fine, really.[/color]" A moment went by that felt much longer than it really was.

"[color=ffe63d]But, um...you've never seen inside a cockpit before, right?[/color]" At least she had a lab coat on. "[color=ffe63d]It's really, [i]really[/i] cold, I'm more used to it and even I can't stay in without my suit on for more than a few minutes.[/color]" One last deep breath. "[color=ffe63d]And...there's no walls or roof.[/color]" She fished her phone from her pocket. "[color=ffe63d]Or lights.[/color]"

Then, as ready as she was ever going to be, she turned her phone flashlight on, pulled open the skullport, winced at the absolutely frigid air, and dove into the darkness.

By the time she even made it the few steps to the chair, she was already shivering. The air was filled with the scent of lemon and vanilla from the two small tablets taped to each side of the chair, and she was grateful for them; it made it a little less painful to breathe.

She checked the surface of the chair first, running her fingers along the padded grooves form-fit to her body and the suit plugs, and trying to ignore the brain of the Modir softly pulsing around her, coated with a glistening shell of ice. Nothing was wrong with the chair; all the plugs looked right, nothing was out of place. She was shivering hard enough to nearly drop her phone now as she knelt down to check the stem of the chair, where it had attached to the floor. Where Roaki's had broken off and—

She sucked in a calming breath, though the effect was lessened by the fact that the cold was like a knife to her throat.

"[color=ffe63d]Welcome to my cockpit, Tillie.[/color]"