In the end, after all was said and done, Maho was eventually left on her own finishing off her superior food. Things had certainly gone to hell in a handbasket in record time. Admittedly, as a Lance leader she should've probably jumped in to try and shut things down before it went that far, but the crew probably needed to burn off all that stress now. It wouldn't do any good for an argument like that to happen during the mission itself. Instead she had taken a look through the briefings that had been dropped on the table, her expression slowly darkening even more than usual.<br/><br/>Betelguese Technological Research Center. During the middle of a Lostech exhibition. Sure it would pull some of the possible defenders away from the target, but it also meant there would be more forces overall. Who knows how many idiots could get involved and make their work more difficult? This could end very badly, though the possible rewards were lovely. With a sigh, Maho cleaned off her dishes and put them away, before moving to walk down the corridor. She'd head to bed immediately to recover some energy properly, then wake up early to get things ready for the mission. Maybe watch the stupid scuffling get broken up in the morning. That would be fun!