Vizzal shifted nervously as Torkin's confidence shone through. The prospect of gaining the attention of the masters and having to resist the urge to employ the 'which way to the hangar' joke must have overridden her unease. "Hmm... what to take...?" She mused, mucking through her quarters.<br/><br/>All in all Vizzal was maybe a minuet or three later than had been agreed(?) upon. She didn't appear to be in a hurry as she approached Torkin.