Effie likewise trained her guns in a non-threatening direction (or at least as many as she could, given that she had wing turrets either side of her superstructure), as she was pulled into the private conference room on the Joint Tactical Network, which became the surroundings that Ari favoured for such private conversations. She leaned back in her chair with her glass of lemonade untouched in front of her, and steepled her fingers as she regarded the mental model of the supply ship carefully, even to the point of ignoring the way Ari's chest was moving in an eye-catching way.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For her part, the supply ship<em>Abbeydale</em>'s mental model looked rather out of place in this very fancy and posh-as-all-get-out setting, given her very rough and ready 'blue collar' working girl attire. She took a long deep breath as she played with her glass of lemonade, and waited for the questioning to begin. When the questioning did begin, she looked up at her. "No, ma'am. I'm a supply ship, I don't move in such high and mighty circles as battleships; I mean, I didn't even do so before I got booted out of my old fleet. Hardly saw any ships unless I was on the clock..." she added with a mutter of discontent at that last couple of points.