For Arya to say that she was overwhelmed would be an understatement. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back against the railing as she listened to Garrick's introduction, though she didn't reach out to take his or his friend's hands. They didn't seem like bad people, but she still didn't like getting knocked over and made to look weak on the bridge of a ship that she'd spent her life working to perfect. In all honesty she was too preoccupied with her own feelings to worry too much about what this man thought of her, or Mordecai. He seemed kind and respectful enough, but she wasn't sure she wanted to spend any more time with him than she had to, or anyone, for that matter.  "<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">My name is... Arya. Arya Esteed.</span>" she comments, though she didn't have time to say much more before the two men were rushed off by another man.<br/><br/>This new one was much more important, apparently a rear admiral. On the plus side, he wasn't as freakishly tall as Garrick or Mordecai. He was still a good head taller than her however, and so was everyone else in the crowd, so she was just slightly less on edge than she had been before. Just slightly. Otherwise she wasn't sure how she felt about this one either. She never changed her stature, leaning her back against the railing, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she looked at this new speaker, then out at the windows. Luckily, their little tussle had caused most of the nearby people to move away, afraid that they might get caught up in some sort of assault.<br/><br/>This was good news for her, she could now see out through the frontal view port just fine without climbing on someone or hanging from the balcony. Unfortunately, now Garrick and his friend looked like they were paying more attention to her than to the view. The Rear Admiral also seemed intent on taking her out to dinner, and things were slowly but steadily becoming a problem. He said he had potential work for them, or at least funding, which would certainly go a long way towards development on some of her pet projects. Now that she would have more free time she might even be able to see one of them come to full development. Despite that, she had a hard time trusting people in power, especially when they were so overconfident that they could show up quite suddenly and 'send' other people 'away'.<br/><br/>Despite all of this that was going on, all of these overwhelming things that she was unsure about, Arya had one very important thing that she<i>was</i>sure of. The jump was going to start soon, and she didn't plan on doing anything else until they were underway, at least.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">I don't know what kind of business idea you have for us, but surely it could wait until after the jump is started. We're about to make history here, and I'd rather not be worrying about other things right now. I worked hard for this day, and I want to enjoy this moment as much as I can.</span>" she says casually, trying not to be rude, but wanting to get her point across firmly. She had no intention of going to dinner with anyone, talking business, or doing anything else, until this jump was underway. Either she would die on this ship that she'd devoted her life too, or she would progress into the future of their age aboard it. Very little else mattered to her right then.<br/><br/>She took that wonderful opportunity to move forward through the newly opened space to the railing on the side nearest the view port, getting front row seats for the sight she had waited fifteen years to see, while beckoning for Mordecai and the Rear Admiral to follow her. She didn't want anyone to miss the moment when it finally came. Free for a few brief moments of her burdens, she leaned forward against the railing, gripping it firmly with both hands<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>