Ah, another interview, that made sense.  But hey, at least she was all but guaranteed the job at this point.  She took the hand - getting a bit firmer it seemed - and squeezed back rather firmly as she stood, her jacket shifting slightly around the pistol at her hip, but she fixed it quickly as  she stood and smoothed out her outfit.<br/><br/>"Alright, an hour it is then; I'll be waiting for good news." she said, grinning as she prepared to leave "You can expect to see me in an hour and forty-five then; figure I'll show up early to get my armor and weapons registered right off the bat.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go figure out how to kill some time."<br/><br/>Assuming she was free to, she would take her leave, and quickly make her way out of the private dock, back through security, and onwards across the Highport to the TAS facilities.  Back to her apartment to pack things up and have them ready to go, should take maybe fifteen minutes at best, and it'd only take one trip to get it all out since half could be thrown over her shoulder and the rest rolled easily behind her.  So packing first, then with the hour and fifteen she had left... well, what to do, what to do...?  Probably not a good idea to 'seduce' a stewardess while she was off-duty... hm, might as well have a last meal before she got on the ship... yeah, that sounded good.  She'd head downstairs after to have a nice meal... and pick up a nice bourbon to take with her onto the ship on the way back to get her bags.  Would make for a good ice-breaker she figured...