Imago

[Foxglove]

Maren usually just slipped into her flight suit in the cockpit of her ship when she wanted to go out in space. It was one of the reasons she mostly only had loose fitting clothes, as they were easier to remove. Having finished stuffing everything into her bag, she leaned against the table. "I wouldn't mind going now. I only rented this place for the rest of this day anyways." She sighed, rubbing her eye. Her posture was more relaxed than it had been when he had come in. He had lost most of his intimidating aura when he had shown that he could make mistakes, as evidenced by accidentally brushing her cheek. She had noticed that he had found that awkward.

Motioning for the door, Maren slung the bag across her back. "I got everything I need with me. We can go if you want." She cast one last glance across the room. She hadn't brought many things anyways, so even if she missed something, it wouldn't be too bad. "You said something about a two-seater Gallic ship? How exactly did you intend to go about this? Merely slipping past people in a Gallic ship?" She pushed open the door and waited for him to leave before following him.

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