Aiayla sneered as the grey hybrid walked in, obviously in disgust with her very unprofessional attire, and tardiness. She leaned her head back, crossed her arms and tuned out everything else in the room until the commander slammed his fist onto the table. She didn't flinch, or even so much as bat an eye. She would just listen as he went on with his explanation about the mission.<i>Hmm... and here I thought I was getting into something easy.</i>She opened her eyes to catch enough of a glimpse of the ships to commit them to memory. Worse came to worse, she could hack it out of one of the transport ship's computers later. She listened to everyone asking question, and remained silent for the time being, her thoughts focusing on assessing strategic points on both of the ships.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>