[It could be easy for that to be sharp, but it isn't really. She's checking the scan, her attention flicking out into the space beyond the window. It's empty, a quiet series of pings. She doesn't know exactly the extent of the ship's features, but she feels confident that if something was wrong, if something popped up on the scans, that it'd be hard not to notice.
Instead they're just left with empty, cold black space. She knows she should be glad. And she is, really. The alternative is being shot dead in Niima...
She flicks a series of switches. The pings go quiet.]
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[It could be easy for that to be sharp, but it isn't really. She's checking the scan, her attention flicking out into the space beyond the window. It's empty, a quiet series of pings. She doesn't know exactly the extent of the ship's features, but she feels confident that if something was wrong, if something popped up on the scans, that it'd be hard not to notice.
Instead they're just left with empty, cold black space. She knows she should be glad. And she is, really. The alternative is being shot dead in Niima...
She flicks a series of switches. The pings go quiet.]