A tired looking Hana comes into the comm-screen, sitting in the cockpit of her craft. Wearing a lightly padded flightsuit, she has a breather over her nose with tubes hooked up to a canister filled with an Orange substance.

"Dear Aramaki Hideo,

You honoured me with a meeting recently. It was refreshing for a ranked official to be willing to put aside factional allegiances and talk about matters dear to ones heart."

"I trust you will keep a good eye on my sister. She is too fragile and naive to cope in the wider world..." Hana takes a thoughtful stare out of the cockpit screen. "Of all the places she could have run too, perhaps your little, isolated operation is one of the better ones. If she does not come around to the Sisterhood, take good care of her. Otherwise I'll take care of you."

She turns to face the vidcam, a stern tone taking hold of her words."I owe you, Exile." A gentle smile creeps into her expression. "That is something I do not sit comfortably with. Don't hesitate with asking for that favour offered in return for your generosity."

She reaches forward towards the Screen.