Quinn mulled over what she was being told, blinking a few times as she tried to remember the Hovvi Saviors. But whenever she tried to punch through into her memories of that night she was blocked by a wall of cold shivers. So instead, she shook her head, finished the last of the chocolate-ish vitamin drink, and continued eating with somewhat reduced gusto.

"[color=skyblue]Think I’m headin’ for the sims. How about you?[/color]"

She jerked again as Dahlia spoke, still a little twitchy. But a moment later the twitchiness died, and she looked up at the ceiling in thought. Where [i]was[/i] she going?

Only, it wasn't [i]really[/i] a question. She already knew where she was going, she'd missed it a few days in a row because of, well, [i]everything,[/i] and she felt bad over it. She needed to head down to the hangar, check on her Savior--it was getting easier to call it that--and talk to the hangar staff. It had been a bit since she'd seen them, after all. A part of her was concerned; the hangar had always been a place where people didn't care much about things like Roaki or anything, she always felt welcome there. She supposed she was worried about that changing.

So she dropped her head back down and made eye contact with Dahlia "[color=ffe63d]I'm gonna go down to the hangar, I forgot to do it for the past few days, y'know?[/color]"

She let silence hang for one more moment, still thinking a bit about what Besca had said. One of the pilots who died in Hovvi...

"[color=ffe63d]Um, Deelie? Before you go,[/color]" she paused; it felt a little weird to ask this, and she wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was the [i]vibe[/i]. But still, her curiosity was still running high, and the TV was still showing it anyway. "[color=ffe63d]You knew Lucis, right? What was he like?[/color]"