Eyes and Ears

[Byron]

As Elena recognized the Operative and saw him going a certain way, she together with Nick followed him silently through a variety of different corridores, hallways and doors. All the time, she kept the valuable gift that was the PDA close to her body under the leather jacket she wore. Even though they were obviously not in danger of being robbed, she felt like having spent too much time with collecting all the datas to then lose all of them.

Actually, she felt somewhat uncomfortable onboard the station, however the mere reason for this was her dislike of shady places, and Junker bases without a doubt could be counted as a part of this category. Looking at the shadowy corners of the corridores, she was lost in thoughts for a few moments which individuals could suddenly jump out of there. It didn't exactly frighten her, in fact she was used to much more frightening places, however it made her worry a little. Although realizing she was with two men who were obviously not weren't keen on her getting injured in some way made it a lot better. What made it even better though was the fact that she could grab the two pistols tightened at her belt at anytime she'd feel the need to shoot somebody down. Pistols make so many things easier..., she thought.

While following the Operative, she glanced at Nick from time to time as well, wondering what he thought about all this.

As they reached the room, which was indeed big enough for a few people to stay in more or less comfortably, she couldn't keep her expressions under control and frowned slightly. She hadn't expected the meeting to take place in such a ... personal environment. Not quite sure how she should feel about this, especially keeping the look of the bathroom in mind, she glanced around the room, from the bed over the cabinets to the desk with the chairs. It was surprising how the environment onboard a station could change so quickly, from rather rusty and dirty to what one with lower standards could have even called luxurious.

Elene grinned slightly, having a look at the Operative, who was once more disguised in his suit, as he sat at the edge of the bathtub, lightening one of the candles. Heck, is this going to be a date or what?, she thought to herself. "Well, I didn't expect you to choose such a personal place I must say, though I can understand you. Confidential talks -should- take place under four eyes - or in our case, six", she said in a neutral tone as she closed the door behind her and revealed the PDA that had been under her jacket to carefully put it onto the bed. Actually, it could have reminded one of the way a mother tends to put bring her child into bed, carefully and caringly.

After she had bent down a little towards the bed, she positioned herself in front of the Operative, preferably straight, and looked straight into his visor, having her arms folded behind her back.