Rega remained still as she felt her face grow hot and tears welled in her eyes. She hugged her knees tightly, wanting the universe to just pass by and look over her existence, yet it didn't happen. Instead Jon approached and tried to console her. The sentiment was nice, but it barely put a dent in the depression she now felt.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sorry."</span>he said. She sniffed, the sound coming out like a sort of squeak.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“I know how you feel... I've lost a lot of people such as the ship whose wreckage you probably found me in. Welcome to the fucking war.” He spat that last line out with venom before going back to a solemn tone and nodding to the Elyandra. “That is my home... or rather I think of her as it but I doubt it will feel the same. I had to leave someone on there a long time ago... She was a pilot.” </span><br/><br/>Her headache grew and stress built up in the back of her head, neck and throat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He forced a small sympathetic smile on his face and looked up to Rega, “Your man gave hope back to the people of that ship and with it another spark of hope to my dying species... and you both gave me at least a chance to see her again.”<br/><br/>Jon goes quiet for a a bit before standing back up and offering his hand to Rega. “I'm sure the captain of the Elyandra would like to talk to you have all that has happened... and staring at a screen is not going to help bring your friend back. I'm sure there are people on the Elyandra who miss him as well, better to share in the mourning than to suffer alone.”</span><br/><br/>Rega finally looked up and wiped her tears away. She looked up at his sympathetic smile and quietly nodded, taking his hand as he pulled her out of her chair.<br/><br/>She walked in a sort of trance, guiding him to the airlock that had docked with the Elyandra, on the way she had unconsciously grabbed a lab coat and a terminal was shoved into one of the large pockets over her thigh. She still wore her pistol, but she gave no thought about it as she pressed the button to open the door, forgetting she still even had it.<br/><br/>This time she let Jon lead as she had no idea about the layout of the Human ship, and she noticed one of Kit's drones had fallen in line behind her, it's white metal finish shining in the dimmed lights as many like it milled about the corridors attending to minor repairs and first aid. She walked cautiously, her hands in the pockets of her labcoat and tried not to let the Humans' stares faze her. Most stopped working and stood to stare as she passed. Some ducked away to hide, others put their hands on weapons. She didn't care at this point. Her mind was racing at trying to find a solution to getting Dren back, but the overwhelming futility hung over her like a thick, depressing fog.<br/><br/>The lift they were riding suddenly opened to the bridge and there were several people who  were smiling when they saw Jon, but stared confused when Rega stepped out followed by the cylindrical drone hovering behind her.<br/><br/>"M-May I please speak to the Captain?" she asked, her voice was quiet but she tried to focus on the task at hand, her head now throbbing due to stress. Some on the Bridge pointed to a room off to the side and she crossed the bridge to press the button on the side of the door, thinking it was a door chime of some sort. She jumped when the door just opened and she was met with a blast of chatter and yelling.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“SHUT UP!!!”</span>A man roared. Rega jumped as she stared wide eyed at a man sitting at the table slammed his fist down, making a bottle jump and leaving a dent in the metal surface.<span style="font-style: italic"> “I don't care your reasons and I don't care your pain. Just. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”</span><br/><br/>The room went silent and they all suddenly turned to look at her. Rega pulled her labcoat tighter around her thin body.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to interrupt." She said, "I am Rega Ganor. I'm the Captain of the Mauna Kea. I assume you want to speak with me?" she paused for a moment, slowly entering the room, "Oh, I have also found something that may belong to you. He calls himself Jon. He was very helpful in that awful battle. He says this is his home?" She stepped out of the way to let the man through, hoping that his homecoming would divert attention away from her. She was again distracted by her calculations and ideas for finding Dren as she backed up to lean against the wall while they caught up if needed. The drone settled in beside her and gently bobbed in the air.