<span style="font-weight: bold"> 1550 hours </span><br/>Karen twitches just as she pulls the trigger as the midshipman speaks,<br/>she sighs then turns to her, handgun trailing smoke "yes thats me." she<br/>says and listens to the midshipman's explaination Karen grimaces at the<br/>idea of having to fly one of those air cows but decides to get it over<br/>with.<br/><br/>She wonders into the cavernous chamber of the ships main hangar and<br/>looking at her fighter longingly before looking around for the flying<br/>barn that she's expected to pilot. Karen decides to head to one of the<br/>air yacht that the flight techs are swarming over, earning familiar nods<br/>and in one case a friendly smile from the techs as she approaches.<br/><br/>"How do these things handle?" she asks a nearby tech while looking<br/>unhappily at the size of the control surfaces compared to the rest of<br/>the wing.<br/><br/>"like you'd expect" the tech answers with a dead pan expression to which<br/>Karen groans and silently prays that she doesn't run into anything more<br/>dangerous than a pigeon out there for this winged house isn't karen's<br/>expectations of a proper tomb....<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> 1630 hours </span><br/>Karen casually tucks away the pistol she was cleaning as our glorious<br/>captain strides into the hangar. Karen had spent the last hour being<br/>told increasingly grim things about the manouverability of the sky yacht<br/>and was now feeling somewhat fatalistic.<br/><br/>She eyes Rezeies warily as he turns up and then turns to listen<br/>patiently to the briefing, ears flattening briefly against her head as<br/>she hears that she'll be cooped up with a naga for the entire mission.<br/>She nods politely to all others and spends a minute nursing feeling back<br/>into her hand after having it shaken by Dyne.<br/><br/>At the any objection points she speaks up "i request that i not be placed<br/>on the same aircraft as that snake." she says looking meaningfully at<br/>Rezeies.