"At least this conversation has revealed much to myself." The agent says as she dons her helmet. "Above all else Cobra, be careful. If an infiltrator makes it within your ranks, your people do not have the technology to track them down." She lets out an exhausted sigh as the respiration system re-engages, and she's safely hidden away beneath all of her equipment.
"We'll speak again, I'm certain." She adds as they make way for the hangar. Hate. Pity? She's not certain what to feel. Is he so far gone that he cannot see what needs to be done? Does he just not care? Again thankful for her visored helmet, she can let a few emotions contort on her face as she attempts to figure out where to go to next. Harmony? Speaking with them would be like pulling teeth.
She glances back at Cobra, and offers an uncharacteristic wave with a wiggling of her fingers directed at the man she'd shared so much information with. "Be seeing you, Cobra." She says with a startling shift to a seductive tone, before letting out a girly giggle, and making her way into the Dromedary. She sits at the cramped bridge of the freighter once more, and waits for the green light to leave, raising her fist and resisting the urge to put it through one of the monitors in front of her.
