It seemed that every time Elisa was getting her feet down, the world shifted around her. One moment she was fleeing from a bar fight, the next she was back on the Dropper with the rest of the crew being briefed on their newest mission. On paper, it sounded simple. But the truth was always more complicated then that, and she was carefully listening to the details. Rendezvousing with another merc company sounded like an interesting arrangement, as well as a recipe for potential trouble.<br/><br/>“Knowing more about these insurgents would also help”, she spoke up. “Numbers, capabilities, equipment and if they’re still active. We could be getting ourselves thrown into a hornet’s nest here, so we need to be ready. Last thing I want is for it to be one of those worlds where you can’t go to a restaurant without running the risk of being blown up and crap like that.”<br/><br/>She wanted to try and catch up with Ranna or the newcomers sometime, but right now she had other, more pressing concerns.<em>Still would be nice</em>, she added, giving a small nod to the redhead.<em>Hopefully we can get a mission down where things don’t blow up in our faces</em><br/>