Was he disappointed? Probably, but Shira wasn't necessarily trying to be abrasive or rude, though such things just generally tended to happen. Their conversation had been a struggle at best, and it had felt like the two of them hadn't found much common ground. But she understood him better as a person now, and for the most part, found him a bit too serious, somehow incapable of really loosening up the same way she did. Ceres was much the same, granted, but they could flow with each other fairly well. Kaz, not so. Shira didn't expect to get along with everyone; some people just weren't going to be close friends and that was fine.<br/><br/>"Have a great night, Kazzy. See you at work tomorrow!" She waved at him as he left. Shira waved over Ceres for the bill. She dropped by, giving Shira an inquisitive look. Shira mulled the night over for a few seconds, and then just shrugged. "I don't think he's really my type, to be honest." Was Shira's response.<br/><br/>"Much as I predicted." Ceres began picking up the glasses, cleaning the table off. "And knowing my luck with you, you ran him off and he's never coming back." Shira rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>"You seem to be doing fine with customers tonight though. Anyway, I'm gonna head out. You up for grabbing dinner this weekend?" Shira stood up, swaying slightly, but staying on her feet. She picked up her bag, and zipped up her jumpsuit.<br/><br/>"Of course. Maybe I can show you how you<i>actually</i>talk to people." Ceres gave her a tired smile, her tray now filled with their table's glasses. There were..quite a few, something Shira was a bit surprised by, despite being the one who'd been drinking the most.<br/><br/>"Try not to get overworked, I know this is more than this hole usually gets." She returned the smile, and walked back home, carefully. Sleep came easily, especially once she had plugged in again.<br/><br/>Another dream of home. She found herself standing in a throng of people, all jostling and moving towards a ramp. She looked up, and saw a massive ship, it's engines currently covered in fog from coolant. This one wasn't even the ship they would travel on, but instead a smaller one to ferry them up to the waiting colony ship. In her hands, Shira held a single suitcase in her right hand, full of the possessions she was bringing along. She took a deep breath, her nostrils filling with the smog that hung over the city, the spices from the nearby food stalls, the barest hint of sea salt, the scents and odors of her final breath of non-sterilized air. Shira ascended the ramp and entered the shuttle, seating herself and gazing out of the window. She took one final look at her city, the early morning sun filtering in through the haze and fog, bringing light to a landscape of glass, concrete, steel, and the occasional tree. The people around her were excited, nervous, anxious. Many were weeping, or rapidly trying to get a few last words in on the phone with their friends and family. There was really only one person she'd want to talk to now, but...that was over. She had ended it last night, as callously as possible. Shira had said goodbye to the people, but it was a strange concept, to say farewell to a planet. Should she treat this breakup as callously as the other? Just to make sure a ball of rock in the middle of nowhere space wouldn't miss her? The sun's rays came in through the window, striking her eyes.<br/><br/>Shira woke up to sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window and hitting her in the eyes. She sighed and sat up, glaring at the false light. Dreams and memories blended together now. Frankly, she wasn't even sure if she was remembering past events on earth properly. Shira got ready for the day and headed to the Knights Hangar, thinking of her past life. It was only a few years ago, but it felt like a different era entirely to her. Now, memories were of filtered air and the interior of a ship that barely simulated their old home. Fake. The reality before was only a dream. Would their new world, then, make their current journey a dream too? Pushing her thoughts aside, she stepped out of the elevator and began walking towards her office, passing by Kaz's mech. He seemed to be doing some sort of work on it.<br/><br/>"Pilot Markin, good morning." Shira was once again professional. She was planning on spending most of today writing up reports and poring over diagnostic data, so her attire was now more business casual rather than the suit she had for yesterday's test - a blouse, pencil skirt, and jacket, white and dark green. She waved at him with her fake arm. "Doing some diagnostic work? I was planning on diving in as well, in order to check on a few things. May I be of assistance?"