Tan Colored Hat Manes.

[GhothaAyala]

She had nothing to do at the USI HQ and sure they had social areas but socializing was not going very well if at all for her.

"Could you pass me the sauce." No response. "Please?" She wondered if she looked invisible. She noticed that the amount of words directed at her where only the minimum required, of course there where a few exceptions, just a few though.

Like the Lambda Wing who almost tricked her into... Doing something she is ashamed to remember. It was a good joke now that she looked back at it but since their first encounter they apparently decided she would be a thing to point at and laugh.

And all the female operators from dispatch who where very bad at hiding the venom in their voices when speaking to her. The guys where all right, they always did their best for her.

Since her ship had suffered a software malfunction that almost cost her her life recently, the technicians where busy installing everything from scratch which would take a few days, apparently the Raven's Talon was unflyable if not for the flight assistance.

It was 16:00, an hour early but sitting in her ship watching files being copied one by one was much better than sitting in the mess hall. The other option was to sit alone in her room and listen to tasteless libertonian music or even worse... television.

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