As the ship speeds around with Aoura's joyride within the atmosphere, Lillian continues taking stock of the ship with her magnetized feet. Only when she heard people moving around after jumping into light speeds did she slowly untether herself from the floor, her inventory going much quicker. The ship was well-maintained, which made sense, given it was worth so much. Well-stocked and ready for their trip, Lillian was quickly satisfied with her check, and made her way to the armory. It would serve best to continue her maintenance, since she was stopped short for the debriefing.<br/><br/>That would be where Aoura would meet her, almost hunched over a table as she looked at her left arm, the more specialized of the two. On the table were a litany of other arms in various forms of repair, ranging from a few fully kitted arms to meet specific needs, and some that are still being workshopped. Presently she's taking care to maintain the ones that are specialized, but haven't been in use. She's also retired the arm meant for normal days, and swapped it out for one that is built to go on missions. Much tougher material, and likely with more combat-oriented modifications in mind. When asked if everything was correct, she nodded, standing up from the table. "The ship is stocked well and the ground team made sure it should run all right, though I'm sure you knew that." When Aoura turned to get something to eat, Lillian returned to the cyberware on the table.