Eyes and Ears

[Byron]

Not exactly highly-energetic, Elena slowly crawled out of her Sabre after she had landed in one of those hangars, recognizing Troy's ship at other landing spots. The artificial gravity onboard Bethlehem, even though she was used to it, seemed far to heavy, and she felt like being pulled down onto the ground. Her head felt like it could explode any second, setting free all the dark shadows that were lurking around in her mind right now.

From far away, one could recognize she wasn't very well prepared, not at all. Her hair, after she had put down her helmet, looked completely messy, and even her usual fixing seemed to not work now. Her blue strands were just hanging down her head of hair randomly, and additionally the hair colour had already become quite light, making her look like some sort of a zombie together with her rather pale skin.

Get yourself together, Elena. she thought. This is going to be business, and you will have to stay as cool, calm and charming as possible. Do you understand me? There will be plenty of time to worry about ... well, everything - but after this. 'Cause this is going to be much more important than your little problems.

Running along her head with one of her hands, drying the spots that were still a bit wet from the tears she had tried to suppress so grimly, Elena moved on, walking straight to the exit of the hangar.

Walking through a few corridores, Elena finally reached the deck where the Operative was already standing at one of the big windows, glancing at the planet down below. Trying to sound as solemnly as she could, she said as soon as she was directly behind the person: "You were right, it wasn't hard to identify you in this 'crowd', which is already an overstatement to be honest. Anyways, I'm glad I finally got the opportunity to meet you in person." She reached out with one hand, waiting for the Operative to reply this gesture.