The day started early for Rey as well. She was well accustomed to waking early, and required little sleep to feel rested. Everything had changed when she enlisted over a decade and a half back. Boot camp had been one thing, but the training that came after had completely broken her. Her brain had been hard-wired to think of sleep as a luxury it didn't deserve. Even approaching 20 years later, it stuck with her like it was her Achilles heel. Dawn had come around and she was as awake as could be.<br/><br/>Seing she didn't have any proper duties for the morning, she turned to a bit of exercise. They were a bit limited by being on a ship, and not wanting to bother those who slept it tied her down further. Not that it mattered much, the need for exercise was far from as high as it had been back when she was still in the army. There was no longer a need to carry 40 pounds of equipment on her back, as well as her regular gear. However, it didn't mean exercise could be ignored completely. Besides, she enjoyed it.<br/><br/>She spent the first 45 minutes of her day doing her usual mix of crunches, push-ups and pull-ups, taking a quick shower afterwards. It didn't matter much admittedly, the sun would be glaring at them, and there would without a doubt be something to do that would build the sweat back up. But, a cold shower was a good way to start the day off.<br/><br/>When her morning activities were all wrapped up and she'd had a quick bite, she joined forces with Kait in the cargo hold. She put her vest and her Scar aside and went to work, keeping her handgun and knife strapped to her belt. She took a slightly more conservative approach compared to Kait, having a pair of cargo shorts, a black bikini top and a white tank-top. Well, not a whole lot to put her in the moral high-ground, the shorts were really the only difference, be it a pretty big one. Having worked with Kait and hence Caroline for a while, Rey saw no problems keeping up with Kait's rhythm. Soon enough, she'd worked up a bit of a sweat as well, granted not close to what the morning exercise had. Enough for the tank to cling to her abs when she stood straight, showing off her own toned stomach.<br/><br/>As the earliest morning hours passed, a good bit of work was done. their resident employer showed up, telling signs indicating she'd had more than a sip last night. Not that it mattered, she could drink all she wanted and Rey doubted it would ever make a difference. Sober or not, it felt like Caroline always had the stone mask ready in her back pocket. Kait, as per the norm, was firm as ever. Rey had long since given up on trying to tell that Caroline rolling her eyes should indicate that she didn't appreciate it. Oh well. She gathered up alongside the others to hear what information was to be shared.<br/><br/>After the information was given and Caroline turned her attention to her phone, Rey stepped back and picked up her vest. She swung it over her shoulder and took her scar with the other, nodding to Kait and Illyana as they started to move down to the back of the ship. As they got back out to open she pulled the rifle strap over her shoulder and fished out a pack of cigarettes. A small pat on the top and one of the few left slid up, letting her grip on to it with her lips. She put the pack back and pulled out a cheap lighter, trying it a few times until she finally got a fire. She lit the cigarette, put the lighter back and took a pull before taking the cigarette out.<strong>"Of course it had to be Australia, was hoping for somewhere that didn't sell cancer for gold bars,"</strong>she said half-heartedly. She admittedly didn't care too much, money she had. It didn't make it any less painful to buy packs in a county that charged ludicrous prices for the things.<strong>"Though, beggars can't be choosers."</strong>