"NOTHING!" She exclaims, catching herself and shutting her mouth closed hard, pressing her lips together. 'Get it together, Grubo,' she thinks to herself. Quickly turning around after they reach the end of the hall and she walks into the room, she turns around and forces a smile as if everything is okay. Her actual emotions and thoughts hidden.
"What a cozy little room. " She says, "Thank you for your escort. I suppose I can have my things, then. I may wish to take a nap if I'll be stuck here for the remainder of the flight."
Clarke raised his eyebrow slightly, remaining silent after her outburst.
- Here you go. - he handed her the suitcase. - There's a comm panel next to the doorway. I hope I do not have to instruct you on how to use it. Give me a call, should you need anything. - the ship shook gently after Clarke finished speaking.
- All hands, prepare for departure. Impulse drive engaging in ten seconds. - a female voice came from the panel, as well as some hidden speakers on the corridor. Clarke started to turn around, preparing to leave.
"Oh... how thoughtful." She said after take the suitcase. "So generous of you... I can't wait to listen in on everyone on the ship." He says as a joke, giggling a little before turning around and placing the suitcase onto the bed in the corner.
The room felt confined. No windows, medium room, small washroom.... She wondered where she was being taken. She walked over to the bed and sat down, resting her back against the wall. "I will see you in a few hours then, Mr. Clarke."
- See you. - Clarke nodded and left the room, closing the door behind himself. The ship then shook again, a very faint murmur of a larger vessel now filling the interior.
- All hands, prepare for cruise speed. Drive charge engaging in ten seconds. - came from the comm panel as the Big Dragon set off to its destination.
- Miss Grubozaboyschikov, I hope I am not disturbing you. We'll be arriving in half an hour. - Clarke's voice came from the comm panel a few hours later. The ship was still emitting the same steady, quiet noise. The time displayed on the comm panel showed that the journey took little over six hours.
The door closed and Grubo stared at it for 5 minutes, not even realizing it. Snapping out of it, she looked around again, wondering still if the room was tapped in any way. Hesitating, she looks down at her suitcase, calculating in her mind what would be the best course of action for the rest of the trip. She loosened herself in her dress a little. While she liked it, she wouldn't mind relaxing. A better set of cloths...
Reaching down, she felt her left upper thigh. 'Yup.... still here.' She thought nervously, feeling the small handgun strapped to her leg, her only other means of self defense if things went south. She was happy that they didn't search her personally and just her luggage. While the people here seemed fine, she was not ready to fully trust them.
She figured the best bet for her would be the small washroom. Opening her suitcase, she takes out a different set of cloths, taking off her shoes that are killing her feet by now, and walks into the room to change. Stepping out after a few minutes she feels her leg again and looks at it, happy that the bulge where her gun would be is hidden nicely, though with pants not instead of her dress, it would far less accessible. Still, she felt safe to an extent.
Sitting back down onto the bed, she puts her dress away and then lies down, resting her head on the pillow and relaxing. Feeling the rock of the ship would help her fall asleep...
The comm woke her up and she opened her eyes, hearing a familiar voice from the comm unit. She leaned forwards and got up to sit on the bed. 'How long was it.... six? mmerm...' She attempts fixing her hair, getting up and walking to the washroom again. Looking into the mirror she quickly gets ready, looking herself over and the cloths she is wearing: a pair of green cargo pants and a black tank top, along still with her ear rings. Smiling reassuringly at the mirror, she walks out, packing everything up and looking at the time. The would be here for her any minute now...
- All hands, prepare for cruise drive disengage in one minute. - the familiar female voice announced from the comm panel. Soon, a soft ding came from it, the screen displaying a request to open the door. It also apparently displayed who was making the request, with Clarke's rank and name showing up as well. The man in question was patienly waiting in the corridor, standing in the same pose as when he anticipated her on Holmfirth.
Having packed everything and hearing the ring from the door, she walks up with the suitcase and purse to the door and opens it, seeing Mr. Clarke on the other side. Looking rested, she looks up at him. "I'm all ready. What a nice flight. Smooth and peaceful." She couldn't wait to get out of the room.
- It's a pretty calm route. - he reached out for her suitcase, offering to carry it. He then started walking first, leading her towards the ladder tube again. - Not even a Hunter these days. - he led her to the end of the corridor.
- Cruise drive disengage in ten seconds. - went through the ship as Clarke climbed the ladder first, exiting the tube at the deck where they first entered the ship.
She'd move quicker now through the ship, more comfortable in her outfit and shoes that would make walking and climbing ladders easier. She gets back to the entrance deck with him. "So we are here, I guess?" She'd take a hair tie out of her purse and tie her hair back into a pony-tail. "When would you like to begin?" She asks.
- Tomorrow morning. Station's time, at least. - he said as the ship exited cruise, with the loss of speed slightly pulling them towards the nose. - The gas needs to be transfered to different containers, the lab needs to perform a few last preparations. And not everyone got to nap the entire flight. - Clarke said right as a pair of other crewmen entered the corridor, among them being the middle aged man from before.
- All hands, we have arrived at our destination. Please prepare for the mooring procedure.
