Tillie had said evening, but as she rode the lift down to the pilot’s floor, she still felt anxiously late. How could she not? [i]Quinnlash Loughvein[/i] had asked her to teach her about modiology! No one had ever asked her to do that without a grade or paycheck on the line. In a way that was how most professions were, but to Tillie, the study of their invaders had always been more akin to a passion. So, while she’d long since squared herself with keeping her excitement to herself, this opportunity had her practically [i]vibrating[/i] with excitement.

The doors opened to a wide, warm, and very quiet hall. Tillie adjusted the small stack of books in her arms and scurried on. She couldn’t help but marvel, not that she knew what a pilot’s quarters should look like, but if anyone deserved so much space it was them. As she made her way along though, the faint but omnipresent thrumming sank bone-deep, and she thought the silence might suffocate her if she had to live here.

Thankfully she didn’t—was that bad to say? She was perfectly happy to visit, more than happy in fact. Eventually she came to Quinn’s door, and after mustering enough courage—and shimmying an arm under the books—she knocked to the beat of ‘Walking Solstice`. 

When Quinn answered, Tillie beamed, but her greeting yawned when she looked past her into the room. 

“[color=f26522]Wooooah…[/color]” she mumbled, entering in a daze when Quinn stepped aside. It was like the royal suite of a palace, with the ceiling of a cathedral, and staring up Tillie nearly dropped her books to the ground. “[color=f26522]Oh! Uhm! Sorry, wow, got a little distracted. Thanks so much for inviting me, what an awesome place![/color]”

She set the books down with a quiet “[color=f26522][i]Oof![/i][/color]” and whirled back around to Quinn. Once again she couldn’t help herself, and a wide grin split across her face just imagining all of the fun science they had to explore. 

“[color=f26522]So! Uhm! Don’t be intimidated by all the material. I didn’t know what you might be interested in so I just brought a bunch of different stuff. Actually, where [i]did[/i] you want to start? You don’t have to know anything specific, but if you have any vague ideas of what you might like to know, it’ll help me sorta, uhm! Steer, y’know?[/color]”

Tillie stopped then, and actually [i]looked[/i] at Quinn. “[color=f26522]Oh [i]wow[/i],[/color]” she said. She was wearing a dress—a really, [i]really[/i] nice dress. That shouldn't have been too surprising, after all pilots were usually expected to dress sharp. But for most of Tillie's admittedly brief tenure at RISC, she'd really only ever seen Quinn in casuals, or in her pilot gear. Turned out she cleaned up pretty well! 

“[color=f26522]That's [i]gorgeous[/i]![/color]” she beamed. “[color=f26522]You look so pretty! Ohmigosh, is there some kinda event coming up?[/color]”