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[color=BlueViolet]“True,”[/color] Violet conceded after Darya noted her concern. [color=BlueViolet]“But I am confident my own defensive measures shall be sufficient for dealing with any potential threats.”[/color] The pilot proceeded to mention that she would be pleased to acquiesce to any need of privacy on the CEO’s part, a need that presented itself a moment later, when someone knocked on the room’s door. Accessing the feed from the door’s security cam, Violet saw that it was her expected business associate. [color=BlueViolet][i]A prompt arrival,[/i][/color] she noted approvingly as she removed her mask. [color=BlueViolet]“You may take your leave, now,”[/color] the heiress told Darya, before activating the door com and bidding her visitor, [color=BlueViolet]“Enter.”[/color]

Sitting upon the couch with back straight, legs crossed one over the other, and her folded hands resting atop them, Violet presented an image of refined composure, her stoic visage and piercing gaze providing ample evidence that she was someone who had no time for petty frivolities or playful banter, even if her guest had apparently decided to indulge in the extravagantly ostentatious attire worn by most of the other passengers. [color=BlueViolet]“Welcome, your highness,”[/color] she told the prince. [color=BlueViolet]“Please, take a seat,”[/color] she added, gesturing to the couch opposite the one she occupied. The heiress only hoped the whimsical nature of his outfit did not carry over to his personality.