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In a sea of people and personalities, Aurora was an island to herself. Absently adjusting her glasses as she tinkered with away her palm pad. At first glance one would assume she out of place, wearing a rather stately, if subdued, looking pants suit. But the keener eyed would notice the Pilots suit worn underneath.

She didn’t look up, or even around the entire ride. Clearly content with herself and her tinkering, even humming an odd tune softly at times.

She was one of the later off the shuttle. Seemingly missing the landing, somehow, if the momentary look of confusion that overtook her was anything to go by. Still, she stood with only a minor frown, one that was nearly a pout in all truth.

And finally unfurled from her seat it was clear that she was rather tall and her fiery red hair fell to the middle of her back. She wasn't the most endowed, but she moved with grace and paired with her sky-blue eyes and soft smile there was something almost regal about her, even as she trailed after the other pilots.

Aurora absently listened to… Ritku? She thought that was her name. But it was clear if anyone bothered to pay her attention that Aurora’s own attention kept drifting. Looking over the hanger they had landed in. It would catch on a thing here or there, the locking mechanisms on the Airlock, the refueling stations, and a particularly long moment was spent looking at the Lilim. But otherwise, it would be hard to say just how much Aurora actually heard as the commanding officers introduced themselves and bickered.

And then they all passed into the main hanger. And it was clear that Aurora had stopped paying attention to them entirely. Her gaze firm and, only now notably, clear as she took in the Framewerks one by one.

[color=6ecff6][i]‘You're a shy one. That's alright, you see things most miss don't you?’[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘They look like an angel. Albion always looking to the heavens. But you’re going to be an avenging one, aren’t you?’[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘She looks like a cheeky one. And not designed for a human… I wonder…’[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘He… No. I’m sorry, She. Looks kindly. Stalwart and motherly.’[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘Ahh. Good Ser… Why do you frown? A Kight such as yourself should be proud to be here no?’[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘They are waiting as well… I’m glad. Sleepy don’t make friends easily but perhaps you can be one?'[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘He seems blood thirsty. Are you why the Good Ser is frowning? It’s fine. Blue Bloods don’t always understand.’[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]‘Oh… You… Me and Sleepy have a lot to learn from you… Don’t we?'[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6]“Sleepy…”[/color] She would mutter softly. An almost painful looking smile slipping onto her face as she saw her own Frame. A knot of tension loosening in her chest as she looked at her dear friend. It took up near thrice the space of any other Frame due to its older configuration. And she nearly chuckled at that. [color=6ecff6]"You're not being a brat are you?"[/color]

[color=Gray][i]'-that hunk of junk up to date-'[/i][/color]

Her attention was suddenly, and nearly violently, dragged back to the lecherous old scrap of leather that was speaking. A polite smile on her face, her posture as serene as it had always been. But there was now a spark of intense hate in her eyes, as she locked her attention onto the professor. Her stare near unblinking.

It wasn’t until the lieutenant asked her final question that Aurora’s attention finally drifted away from the old man. The intense hate fading away as if never there.

[color=6ecff6]“Will we have any time available to spend working on our Frames?”[/color] She asked. Her voice was soft, but still pitched to carry clearly. Either somehow not noticing the confrontation between the other pilots happening not even three feet from her, or more damningly, not caring.