<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/ce/Kira_Singh_headshot.jpg)</div>To be heard at all they had to shout over the rain, the roar of the slowing rotor overhead, the usual ruckus of military vessels in play. Her voice didn't suit the volume required: too soft, too light, frail in the storm. Kira flashed a grin at the Zaftran through the wall of wet. "Are you kidding? I'd love to see one of these ships under snow!"<br/><br/><em>It's funny how little patience these top secret ops types have for delays. She'd been out on her morning jog when they came for her, all stiff uniforms and humorless directives. Kira hadn't been sure what to make of them, really. They weren't army, or at least not <em>her</em> kind of army, that much was obvious. Everything about them felt legitimate, but she couldn't shake a certain unease about the situation. Why come to her on her own time? Why not just pull her on base? It was only another hour before she was due at her station. Probably nothing, but still...<br/><br/>It was as she was considering whether or not to bolt that her captain stepped out of their big black SUV. She was so used to seeing the older man in good spirits that the thin-lipped look on his face seemed terribly out of place. He didn't need to say anything.<br/><br/>No, they didn't think it was a good idea to run to the airport. Fine. She got in the car.</em><br/><br/>Problem was, in all their emphasis on haste, they hadn't given her time to do anything but follow their flight plan. Surrounded by dour military personnel, Kira looked completely out of place in her long brown T-shirt, gray sweats and sneakers. Someone had offered her a hefty coat to shield against the rough weather en route to the ship's interior, so at least she wasn't freezing, but the cotton outfit was soaked through by the time they got inside regardless. A silent prayer of thanks that she hadn't worn a white shirt crossed her mind.<br/><br/>Somewhere aboard there would no doubt be a uniform of some sort in her size she could borrow; given they claimed to have Gada stationed nearby they might have even had the presence of mind to grab a few of her own suits before takeoff, but she wasn't counting on it. They seemed more like the "be prepared" type of organization than "be thoughtful."<br/><br/>Once they'd been left to their own devices in the briefing room for a while, Kira turned the borrowed coat around to cover her front and peeled the wet shirt off underneath it, wearing the coat more like a blanket than clothing. She wasn't quite shivering yet, but the faint tremors in her shoulders told her that was probably on the way. "Hospitable bunch, aren't they?"