Imago

[Foxglove]

Having not heard of Vergil or what it was capable of, Maren merely gave him a curious glance though did not ask how he had managed to open the ship without doing anything. His hands were visible so he couldn't have had some device to open it. Maybe a voice command? It didn't matter. "Gentleman," she merely said, taking the lead and climbing into the seat that was evidently the one she was supposed to take, i.e. not the pilot seat. Placing her bag under the seat, she would wait for him to close the cockpit.

On the inside, the ship really did look different than most designs Maren had seen so far. She had been inside a GMG gunship at one point, and she had to admit that the guild really did seem to spend a lot of time merely making everything seem futuristic. The Gallic design of this vessel was simpler, yet elegant, mostly in brighter colors. "The seat is more comfortable than I had thought," she meant, wiggling around on it slightly as if to emphasize her point. It only dawned on her now, though that she really should have put on the flight suit in advance of this. Well, there wasn't really much she could do. Pulling her t-shirt over her head, she would start changing into the flight suit. It was a little awkward, as the ship, while spacious to sit comfortably, still didn't give enough room to stretch out an arm.

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