Turnabout

[Lilaena De'Ville]

Lilaena regarded the agent with cool eyes, neither agreeing or disagreeing with her assessment. "Get some rest. We will leave in the morning."

She snapped her fingers and Tiktik was suddenly there, cheerily at Nelaa's side to escort her to her room, or the mess hall. Lilaena nodded to them both, turned, and walked out of the room.

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Jeng was in the cockpit of the Ne'ta Prudii, running preflight checks, when Lilaena walked through the airlock into the YT-1760. She was dressed lightly, the armor forgone in exchange for a wrap tunic and comfortable pants, a half-face respirator mask dangling from her hand. Her hair hung loose about her face, curling slightly over her shoulders, and she walked through the ship to Jeng, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Everything set for the trip?" she asked.

He nodded, attention captured by the console.

"Good. I will be in the back compartments with our guest." Lilaena made her way back to the passenger areas of the ship to await the agent.