Neymi had borne the vision of fear quietly, keeping her eyes closed when the man's retaliational memory struck her. The hybrid betrayed nothing of her inner turmoil, nor did she let whatever the vision was shake her certainty. After all. Fear, anger and hatred were concepts she was familiar with. They fueled her powers like desperation gives might to a cornered animal. Still, dwelling on the phantom's plight and their fear made her thoughts turn to the times where fear had been all she had known. How long had that been now? Two years? Three? Yet still those memories carried with them a pain that didn't seem to fade.<br/><br/>She only half-listened to Darion speak while stepping out of the lift after it arrived, and waved his concerns off.<span style="color: blue">"No zense zcurrying around like frightened rats. Like you zaid, I can review the data chip onboard our new vessel and check my equipment at the zame time. Zince you're going to be moving my ztuff, and because I'd rather not have you drop any of it, you're taking the android with you."</span>Neymi brought up her wristbound computer as she spoke, activating the nav-aid system and plotting a course towards one of Horizon many marketplaces. Plenty of guns, few questions, and serious business-people were always to her liking when it came to shopping. It'd have to be one of the shadier ones to get the blackbox upgrade she wants for her computer, but she was reasonably certain her powers would keep her out of trouble.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"I will zee you at our new vessel in two hours. If possible, get us zome leads on new jobs. With the stir we caused, I'd rather be off Horizon sooner rather than later."</span>And with that, she set off.<br/><br/><b>[Tech roll(navigation) roll 2 vs 18 skill (base 15 + 3 bonus)]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>