Aiayla leaves the conference room with... little haste. She walks a loose path to the hanger while tapping away at her computer.<i>Hmm... contingency plans...</i>She pondered charting another ship to fly out in the event that the one they were on blew up, but that might be too risky given the hostile space. She kept thinking of ideas. She knew that she'd be able to survive in space for a brief period of time thanks to her flight suit... as long as she made sure to grab an oxygen tank first anyhow.<br/><br/>She arrives at the entrance to the ship, and looks around.<i>Then again... maybe with the help of that girl with the drones...</i><br/><br/>She smirks and walks into the ship and starts looking around for the room with the most locks to it...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>