Becca lay back on the bed, reading through the note several times. She did not understand what the reference to cupcakes was about but it mattered little. She took it as a compliment and focused on the rest of the note. Immediately she decided to just head over to Fanya's office. She had nothing better going on so she might as well. She got up and walked over to the closet and looked for something else to wear. All the while her mind ran through the rest of the note, trying to piece the rest of the questions that it raised. It immediately answered the question of her fit in the group. Fanya apparently knew more about her than she had thought. That begged the question of where she had figured that out from. Was it based off of the comment that she had made to D about the Vertibird, had someone gone through her bag while she had been in with Fanya and Jynx or was it just obvious? Becca did have to admit that the vague reference to 'miscellaneous vehicles' did perk her interest.<br/><br/>The questions about Jynx were fewer and the letter more served to bolster her belief that she could help Jynx. The mention of Fanya knowing what Jynx was going through struck her as odd and she worried that meant what she assumed. She really hoped that she was wrong about that. She did know that Fanya made a point. Becca promised herself that she would not give up on Jynx. It was just the right thing to do. With a curt nod to herself she stripped out of her travel clothes and selected a form fitting knee-length black dress from the wardrobe. It was probably going to be one of very few nights away from the wasteland in luxury so why not have a little fun and enjoy herself.<br/><br/>She checked her reflection in the mirror, admiring the dresses cut and the way it clung to her curves. She felt very feminine and smiled to her reflection. She brushed out her hair into dark waves the hung freely. Taking one last look she nodded again. It had been a long time since she had felt this beautiful and she ha d a little more spring in her step when she left her room. She headed straight toward Fanya office, figuring that there was no point in heading elsewhere. Becca knocked softly, not wishing to intrude if her benefactor was occupied.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>