Maren usually just slipped into her flight suit in the cockpit of her ship when she wanted to go out in space. It was one of the reasons she mostly only had loose fitting clothes, as they were easier to remove. Having finished stuffing everything into her bag, she leaned against the table. "I wouldn't mind going now. I only rented this place for the rest of this day anyways." She sighed, rubbing her eye. Her posture was more relaxed than it had been when he had come in. He had lost most of his intimidating aura when he had shown that he could make mistakes, as evidenced by accidentally brushing her cheek. She had noticed that he had found that awkward.
Motioning for the door, Maren slung the bag across her back. "I got everything I need with me. We can go if you want." She cast one last glance across the room. She hadn't brought many things anyways, so even if she missed something, it wouldn't be too bad. "You said something about a two-seater Gallic ship? How exactly did you intend to go about this? Merely slipping past people in a Gallic ship?" She pushed open the door and waited for him to leave before following him.
"You'll be surprised about the places I slip into. The ships fast and agile, so it's ideal to do recon in. And theres surprisingly few doors that are closed to the Forlorn. Really, its only the people we shoot that will object to me in the vast majority of situations." Stenn grinned. It was true however. Liberty would only really raise issues with his presence in their more secret zones, and those he rarely visited. Bretonia only ever complained when he was near Darlington, and Rheinland had yet to catch him snooping around their private areas. "The ships designed as a racer, and we refit it for high-speed interception and superiority combat. It'll get us in and out safe enough."
He paused momentarily, looking over her choice of flight suit. "Well, that should be fine. Alright, the ship might be a little bit of a squeeze, since its designed for agility and not comfort." He turned to lead the way towards the ship.
Having pulled out a jet back flight suit from her bag, she simply slung it over her shoulder while she walked with him back to wherever the mercenary had parked his ship. It was a full-body piece, skin tight, as it had been modelled after the suits the crewmen on the Apahanta had worn. Idly looking at the few of the passing people, Maren tried to not listen too much to some of the louder conversations around them. "I don't mind tight. You don't seem too boney, so it might even be nice." It was more of an off-handed comment than anything Maren placed much attention in saying. "I've been to a lot of races in the past. Ezrael was a fan of so called Hyperspace Races, where someone would use a jump platform to bring the contestants somewhere in Sirius and they then needed to find their way back. Admittedly quite dangerous, but he loved these things. I found them quite enjoyable as well." They entered the transit area from Barrier Gate C to A, where Maren presumed her companion had parked his ship. She was admittedly quite looking forward to seeing the Gallic engineering that had gone into the ship in question here.
"For you and me both." The words, soft as they were, were still loud enough to be heard, and he seemed to have uttered them accidentally. "I've been to one or two of those, and even flew in one of the Hegemon rumbles in New London. Naturally, I leaned more to removing other interceptors in that event than racing. Fortunately, that was permitted."
Guiding her from C to A out of habit, he navigated the familiar corridors with ease. "You know, normally I'd make a big reveal, but this might not be the best time for it." He nodded to the sleek ship occupying an otherwise empty hanger. Marked in a red and black camo pattern, it was clear that the ship was designed for speed, and had been toned to meet exacting requirements. "Prototype weapons, cloak disruptor, reinforced armor, quick recharge shields and of course, networked to allow Vergil compatibility. One of a kind. Second most beautiful thing on the station at the moment."
Taking her time to inspect the ship, she was quite sure it was well cared for. There were hardly any blemishes on it, even though it was not uncommon to see them. Space had a habit of leaving its mark on all kinds of materials. The pain job looked fresh. Maren was quite sure a lot of money had been spent to make it so the paint wouldn't lose any of its lustre due to radiation. All it all, it was an almost vular display of wealth. "Be honest," Maren meant, looking at Stenn, realizing she had been staring in awe for a few moments. "How much money did you spend on this? I'm pretty sure the value of this ship alone could be feeding a lot of starving children on Nuremberg." Her voice wasn't accusatory. She knew nobody cared for people who needed help. Not really, at least. People helped others in order to achieve social status. In a way, it was always purely egocentric, at least to Maren. "Does it at least have enough leg room so I can change into my flight suit, though?"
"I'll help you adjust the seats. Wouldn't want you to get stuck." Considering her words momentarily, he discarded them, ruling them off as surprise. After all, his was the business of ending lives, not saving them. Maybe one day when he retired, he'd make a donation to the orphaned children. Now however, it would just feel wrong.
"Well, it's easily one of the more expensive ships in Sirius. We'd have to account for rarity, the ACROBATICS prototypes, the cloak disruptor, core modifications, diamond shield cortex emitters, and the full networking. In truth, I'd rather not calculate how much it costs. I could probably have paid for a whole new wing of Marlins at the same price." He grimaces slightly at the thought. Shaking his head clear, he directs a thought at the ships internal computer and is rewarded with the cockpit sliding open. Ah the wonders of Vergil. Offering a hand to Maren he smirks. "After you."
Having not heard of Vergil or what it was capable of, Maren merely gave him a curious glance though did not ask how he had managed to open the ship without doing anything. His hands were visible so he couldn't have had some device to open it. Maybe a voice command? It didn't matter. "Gentleman," she merely said, taking the lead and climbing into the seat that was evidently the one she was supposed to take, i.e. not the pilot seat. Placing her bag under the seat, she would wait for him to close the cockpit.
On the inside, the ship really did look different than most designs Maren had seen so far. She had been inside a GMG gunship at one point, and she had to admit that the guild really did seem to spend a lot of time merely making everything seem futuristic. The Gallic design of this vessel was simpler, yet elegant, mostly in brighter colors. "The seat is more comfortable than I had thought," she meant, wiggling around on it slightly as if to emphasize her point. It only dawned on her now, though that she really should have put on the flight suit in advance of this. Well, there wasn't really much she could do. Pulling her t-shirt over her head, she would start changing into the flight suit. It was a little awkward, as the ship, while spacious to sit comfortably, still didn't give enough room to stretch out an arm.
Already clad in his own suit, Stenn slid into the pilots seat alongside Maren with the smooth ease of practice. "Civilian spec leather seats. Military hardware is good, but nothing beats the civilian market in comfort." The cockpit slides into place as Stenn begins his preflight checks, toggling through switches and igniting the engines.
Turning to look at Maren, he gives a smile. "Ready to go? Or are you still getting ready?" He'd not blatantly watched her change while running the preflight checks, but she had been visible out the corner of his eye none-the-less.
"Just a moment," she said as she slipped her arms into the flight suit and pulled it up by the zipper on the back. Shaking her head to free her hair slightly, she re-bound the pony tail, as it had been slightly knocked askew. "Alright, I'm done." She knew he had been watching her the entire way through but she hardly cared for that. Applying the belt, she motioned for him to begin. "Whenever you wish to go."
The way the seats were arranged was not as obstructive to her vision outside as she would have guessed from the start. All in all, she guessed she could see as much as Stenn on the pilot's seat. This really was something completely new to her, as she usually only piloted a ship herself, which didn't require anything else to function. As the ship's engines started up, she spoke up again. "Am I supposed to help you fly this in some way?" She felt dumb for asking, but if this worked in some way like a gunboat, she was supposed to do certain things the pilot couldn't.