Thank goodness he realized that wasn't her doing. She was glad to finally be free of those taunting vibrations, though at least her arms didn't hurt as much, thanks to the seat massaged. The small pilot let herself relax slightly, her eyes on him once more as he spoke and sat that food down, though she didn't get to eat any of it. She seemed to laugh a bit, watching him slightly. How could a fighter pilot be so absent minded? At least she felt he was absent minded.<br/><br/>"I'd like to know how I'm eating with my hand still bound behind me?" She asked, keeping the smile from her lips. At least he finally realized those earlier actions weren't her own doing, and he was being nice at least. The small salvage pilot tilted her head back, her mind drifting into thought as she watched him once more.<br/><br/>"I'd like to possibly get my ship back." She said, thinking once more. She couldn't let it stay in that ship's hanger, she needed it back. Rea bit her lower lip, glancing away as she found herself thinking. Was it even possible to get it back at this point?