She listened while he explained that Josh was once in line to be the commander of the thirteenth. It was surprising, and at the same time . . . not surprising. They both shared quite a few characteristics, and in terms of ability they were probably about the same as well—but that was an assumption, considering she had never seen Nick in action. Ava turned and pulled the food from the microwave, not wasting time digging in despite how hot it was. Survival meal or not, it was still awful. The explanation behind the snoring and name calling made sense as well. It was safe to say that he succeeded in making her life just a little miserable by the tactics he employed. She looked up to see the Cheshire cat grin on Nick’s lips as he sat in front of the computer. “Of course, you think it’s amusing,” she chuckled as she lowered herself to the ground to sift through the bags that he packed in her absence while she shoveled food in her mouth.<br/><br/>“An hour.” Ava sighed, making mental notes of all the things she needed to grab that she didn’t see. “No, no. I won’t sleep. I might try on the plane if I can, but if I so much as touch the couch or the bed I know I won’t wake up for hours.” She agreed, moving hurriedly from one corner of the apartment to the other to find the things she needed and find room in the bags he packed. When she was done, she locked and zipped everything up. With a handful of minutes to spare, she was able to jump into the shower and slip into a fresh set of clothes. Ava was lacing up her boots on the steps, running through the list in her mind one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. “Ready whenever you are.” She announced.