Whatever he had done explicitly, it would become apparent to her that he wasn't fond of it with hindsight. Neither seemed he fond of her having listened to it. Maybe she should have just stayed quiet about the words Hussaini and he had interchanged. And his request for a place to sit down just indicated her there would be things that needed to be said. Mentally preparing for some sort of heavy words full of regret or something along those lines, she stood there paralyzed, looking into the visor before she suddenly jerked. "Uhm", she said. "I could black out the windows of the cockpit, then we can sit down in the cockpit seats if you wish for."
After she had entered a four-figure code into the consoles on the hull, the door to the cockpit slid open and she walked in. The seats were by no means comfortable to sit on, as they were made out of bare metal without any kind of coating, built with a nasty 90-degree angle between seat and back. Pushing one button that slowly blacked out the windows and another one to switch on the light, she gave the Operative a brief smirk. After that, she let herself fall on one of the seats, and indicated her company to do the same. She kept having her eyebrows raised, waiting for him to begin.
