The saiyan held back another laugh. Aiko was a cat, through and through. A good part of that meant she was flighty, whimsical and liable to hop from one thing to the next. It was part of her appeal, that enthusiasm, that liveliness.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sounds good, sure."</span>Tarrok agreed, sitting up. Opened the closet set in the wall and set aside a few things. Comfy, something that'd let air move and wouldn't trap any heat. Not the armor suit, not this time. Nothing within a few miles could hurt him, and he just didn't want to be assed.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the showers weren't too far. As the water hit him, going from cold to warm, he tilted his head back. Let the coordinates come back into his memory. The saiyan listened for the sound of Aiko before speaking up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Want to just fly over, the two of us? Leave the other crew out of it?"</span>Tarrok asked.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Probably a bit faster than the Lady going sub-orbital. Won't have to deal with docking fees, either."</span><br/><br/>Pragmatism had its place, but Tarrok wanted as much privacy as he could reasonably afford with her.