Halcyon glances up from her Toy as Dawn walked through the room.  She didn't meet the other person's eyes, but on the other hand Dawn wasn't trying to meet her eyes either.  She did a slow, calm scan of the room, registering the fact that Warren was present.  His activity drew her attention and she lowered her Toy, blinking bright, wide eyes as he ate something that didn't really seem to agree with being eaten.<br/><br/>Drawing up her knees her eyes slipped over the Terikian at the edge of the doorway to Control.  She leaned to one side, apparently trying to determine if there was anyone else inside, but for whatever reason not willing to give up her spot under the table.  She pulled back, watching the lanky pilot walk past her table, and gently admonishing her to not blow anything up.  This prompted her to go to her hands and knees, one hand wrapped around the table stand, and the other holding her curiously flattened Toy and resting on the ground as she watched Dawn walk into Command.<br/><br/>Curiosity radiated from the pixy-faced girl, but she only observed for a moment more before quietly retreating under the table, performing more unknowable modifications to the weird metal of her Toy....