Ava picked up her things and stepped into the elevator alongside the commander. Upon arriving in the basement, which was normally all hustle and bustle, she could see that it was practically empty by comparison. She lifted her eyes to the open air above her head before hurrying along toward the jumper. After putting their things down and getting settled, the aircraft lifted from the ground and they were on their way to their destination. Since Nick was in his zone and hyper-focused on work, she took the time to get some rest—not that it was a choice to do so. Her eyelids were heavy and it was almost impossible to keep them open. For much of the flight she slept, only waking at the light shake on her shoulder when the jumper had landed in Almeriton, home to Lake Zarin where tourist hunting took place and was now overrun with thousands of vicious parasites. She pushed herself up and grabbed her bags, moving behind the commander as he led the way down the ramp.<br/><br/>“Multiple conscripts?” She questioned curiously. Ava used her imagination to fill in the rest, and simultaneously get a bit nervous about Nick’s ability to acquire another conscript if he desired. She pushed it to the back of her mind as they approached the casually dressed man, who she recognized from the meeting weeks ago despite the shades covering his eyes. She simply stood behind the commander while they greeted one another, knowing that she shouldn’t speak unless spoken to. It wasn’t her place to comment on the contents of the cup he was holding or the unkempt manner in which he was dressed in uniform.<br/><br/>After the brief exchange, they were on their way, headed toward the soldier Rikkus indicated to during their conversation. He led them to their quarters, a space much smaller than the apartment they occupied, but certainly more accommodating and spacious than an average soldier was afforded. Once the door was closed behind them, Ava began to put her things away. “I know this probably isn’t the time, nor the place but . . . Would you consider getting another conscript?” She asked, trying to come across cool and aloof. There was nothing she could do if he decided to, but his answer would put things in perspective for her. Their relationship, behind closed doors at least, mimicked that of a romantic relationship-- unless she was misreading the situation. As much as she felt it was poor timing questioning him now, when he had a lot on his mind, she figured it was best to clear the air before something terrible happened and the opportunity disappeared.