Aurelia flexed her right hand, listening to the creaking of the leather and watching her lifeblood course throughout it. Stepping over to the nearby locker, she opened it and pulled out what appeared to be yet another gauntlet, this time a solid metal piece. It fit perfectly around the apparatus, hiding it underneath a refined cortosis alloy, giving the appearance of a regular armored glove, meant for defensive maneuvers. Her ensemble was finally complete as she clicked one of her short sabers onto the top side of the armor, flexing her fist so she triggered the mechanical switch, activating the blade, creating a sort of katar on her right forearm. Her second saber clicked onto her belt, and she took a deep breath, letting the Force flow through her as it so rarely did, a nearly euphoric experience for one so turned in.<br/><br/>She walked, almost floated gracefully over to Sera, rubbing her hands over the large woman's shoulders. “I will assess the situation when we land. Fortunately the frame is built with a certain amount of elasticity, so it will revert somewhat on its own, but it was designed for natural stresses of travel, so there will no doubt be some manual adjustment necessary. I wonder if any of these pups have the requisite control for such a procedure... or if even I do. I am...” she said as she glanced at her gauntlet once more, “...unused to this.” Looking back up at Sera, looking in her hardship-worn eyes, she smiled eerily. “However, once our sessions are complete, you will have the mastery I lack. And then, perhaps, we will achieve that perfection...” Her lips hung open for several moment after she uttered perfection and she flushed slightly, her head drooping just enough, her arousal quite clear at the mention of her holy concept.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she turned from Sera and walked towards the cockpit. “Your talents will guide us smoothly to the ground, I am sure. I will do my best to counter any troublesome turbulence.”