Guests to Corsica

[Foxglove]

The look of unease on Perry's face was the intended result of what Geneviève had tried to accomplish. It didn't tell her anything about what exactly unsettled her, but from the fact that the look had only come up after seeing her, she deduced that she was in fact the source, and not the treatment. "Please, if you would." Gen made a handmotion that reminded of a buttler waving guests further, further solidifying the picture she was trying to paint. The group started to move and Gen was content with not speaking, since they would have enough opportunity once on Corsica. It was pretty much the only space where she could be sure to not be spied on. Given the Maltese' relative proximity to the Nomads and the Crimson Cross' open arms to them in the past, one could never be sure if the simple construction workers or logistics personnel that ran around here really were what they seemed, even if sporadic tests were put into place. Gen had gone to painstaking lengths to keep Corsica clean like that, and as a result, most of the station under the dark hole was vacant today, only a small number of people actually operating it, most of the dry docks deserted.

They would soon arrive in another hangar, where Gen ushered their guests into a shuttle craft that was clearly of Maltese origin. Not only because it had the Maltese Cross on the sides. There was something to the way the Maltese preferred heavy machinery and over-the-top engines that belied their handiwork whenever one looked at a spacecraft envisioned by them. Gen could appreciate that. There was no way to see space from where the Bretonians would sit. This way, they wouldn't be able to tell directions or anything that was inside Omicron Phi, like Bastia Station or the Dreadnought Captana guarding the jump hole towards the adjacent Nomad system. "It won't be long. The Administrator will welcome you upon arrival," Gen stated once everyone had settled. She realized the stay they'd had had been little more than a hassle up until now, but it wasn't like she was supposed to entertain them. She kept observing the assorted people, mien unmoving. Since she had accidentally stripped and enslaved the Gallic crown princess, there was precious little shame Gen still felt when unabashedly staring at people. She played with the thought of flying the shuttle herself, but dismissed the thought. There was someone already there who could handle that, and sending him away would just delay everything. Besides, it would deprive her of the opportunity of staring. There was quite a lot one could read out of the demeanour of people, especially when they were in a foreign environent.