<strong>Location</strong>: The Ritz-Gospel Hotel (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Conference Hall 01<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Morning<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Afia Durrani<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Afia listened to the question asked from the reporter quietly, but with some contemplation. Julie seemed to jump at the answer before Afia could even consider whether or not to answer. She didn't really mind either way. She just wanted the questions answered and for them to be out of this damn room and back to productive work. Still, when Julie had finished speaking, Afia cleared her throat and spoke up, adding her own input to the answer that had been given, "As my colleague has said, Unit-00 has issues that us pilots are simply not equipped to explain, and will be brought into the field once the scientists working on it have determined that it can be used effectively and safely."<br/><br/>She paused for a moment before continuing, "As for how long it will take to be repaired is, again, not something us pilots are really capable of answering. We simply pilot the Grigori, we don't build or repair them. However, as stated, our R&D department are very good at their jobs. I am confident in their abilities, and urge you all to be as well." She then looked at her two fellow pilots before concluding her reply, "As for who will pilot the unit, it's not up for us to decide. We have many skilled pilots, so it is difficult question to answer. Suffice it to say, there are a number of qualified pilots, and I'm certain whomever is chosen will be up to the task."<br/><br/>With that said, gave a reassuring, if completely forced smile, and then went back to her previous silent state, content with just waiting for this to be over. She was willing to do what she had to do, and even put some effort into it, but damn, she just wanted to be done with this.