Zal gave control over the body back to Meg. She stood up from the pilot seat right away.<br/><em>"I still don't get it. You are not afraid of flying when I am in control, with no actual vehicle, just our powers... But afraid of piloting a ship?"</em>Zal asked once again. She wondered about it for years already, asking from time to time. And stll, no answer to that. Even though two of them are so close... Lierally in one body.<br/><em>"And you are afraid of swiming in places deeper than a puddle or a bathtub. But never revealed why as well."</em>Meg parried the question.<br/><em>"Alright, you win this time."</em>Zal answered and let out a sigh. Meg has a point. Even with the bodysharing through all these years, there are still secrets. Not ready to be revealed.<br/>Meg walked over to their small backpack on the bed and started putting some essentials into it - a couple of mags for the guns, a grindstone for the blades, a bottle of water, small ration for one meal... Why? Just in case. This backpack is rather small anyway, so that's about all that would fit in. Oh, and an e-book. Even though they agreed to be using the shuttle as the room, opposed to quarters on the ship itself - who knows, maybe she'll stay on the ship longer today.<br/><em>"Someone's at the door."</em>Zal let Meg to be in silence for some time, as well as having some private thought of her own. In the first few years of them sharing the body they learned how to do that for small periods of time.<br/><em>"I hear it."</em>Meg finished the packing and walked over to the hatch on on the floor. Tap of a heel on a panel and the hatch slid to the side, opening a "tube" down, with a ladder. The standart ship-to-shuttle transfer bridge, nothing special. And also, who needs a ladder... Meg simply jumped down. The fall was not too big, simply through the ship's thick armored hull to the top deck, but still is quite problematic for a human, especially due to artificial gravity. Not for Meg and Zal. The landing was careful, slient, like a feather on the wind.<br/>At the bottom of the transfer tube, there is a small room(just slightly bigger than the tube itself), with just an emergency hazard suit on one wall and a single door on the other. A tap on the wall control panel and the door slid aside.<br/><strong>(A)</strong><em>"Yes, we are here."</em>Meg looked at Nero, then at the ship's interior around him.<strong>(A)</strong><em>"Are we out yet? We have problems with bigger ships such as this one - can't feel if we are moving or not. Unless we look out the window, obviously."</em><br/><em>"Speak for yourself though, I don't have problem with that..."</em>If Zal could, she'd raise her nose up, taking pride in that "skill" over Meg. But she had no nose now, so... It was only the intonation she was using.<br/><em>"Don't you lie to me, Zal. I know you do."</em>Meg answered and a subtle smile apeared on her face. On her actual face, not just in her mind.