Of course, the familiarity of it was more important for Gilda, as it was a small and much needed comfort for her, especially when she was given the responsibility of leading the current meeting. She tried to recall the times she had been present in any previous meetings, tried to remember how Captain Narada seemed to carry herself. Gilda went even deeper, recalling her time as a cub as she peeked through the crack of her father’s door as he, too, led a similar meeting.