Lillian looks to the Grand Master as she begins her speech, a slight smile as she's given praise from somebody her Sisters have the utmost respect for. As she goes on about having studied and proving themselves, Lillian nods along, as if ticking down a checklist. It might be extrapolated to be boastful, but it even comes alongside the news that Z is to be the captain of the team. She's more interested in taking stock of what she hears than any of the emotion behind it. After 'concurring' with the advice given by the Grand Master, Lillian looks to Master Sharktee, following the Grand Master's gesture.<br/><br/>When the other Master spoke up about an assignment, Lillian immediately shifts her position, holding one arm with a palm up, whilst tapping away on it with her free hand. It seems to be something of a note of what must be done, that only is visible to her as she looks to be staring off into the blank-space. She types rather quickly, familiar with the tech she uses, and without much sound as she seems to hang off of Sharktee's every word. As the debriefing comes to an end, and Sharktee calls for questions, Lillian responds without moving to look, intent on recording the answer. "If we're headed to allied operations, should we be worried if the detail the corps send beat us? Should we be expecting trouble from them, despite our ties, Master?"<br/><br/>That was the only question she'd have, however. She notes down the Master's word, and stands, ready to leave with the rest of the group, as they headed to the hangar. While mechanics wasn't Lillian's foremost base of knowledge, what she knew tended to overlap, so she greatly appreciated that the Masters would leave something of such high-value to mere apprentices. In fact, she was enthralled by the idea, and instead of answering Aoura's question, she walked over to join the ground crew to see what more she could learn of the craft, since it was to be theirs for the time being.