Under the Maltese Skies

[Loyola]

Enma smiled, as of course it's going to be recorded and chances are, even get intercepted along the way by either gallic traitors or kusrians. It is a risk that she did not quite want to take despite freighter that escorted brought Claire and supplies is not coming up on comms either and seem to be missing. While Loyola has the slightest hope that Claire won't do anything stupid, she most likely will.

— Lynxes? My --- Do you really expect -- Alright, that complicates things. Sure we have some trophies, but as you can expect these ships are not really in the best technical conditions and Gallic technology is --

En cringed a little, knowing that she's picking the wrong word, but she goes for it anyway.

— Weird? For our engineers it's always a pain to work with anything Gallic, starting from engines and ending with electronics. It's all alien. We sure have some friends in Gallia, but they are usually criminals and turn out to be not very smart to actually help with this. I sure will give orders, and surely someone will manage to tinker with it but do not expect it to function exactly like Lynx you got used to. It is most likely to be reassembled and turned out to be one of our craft inside of the Lynx' frame, that's if we are looking for fast solutions.

She would then stare at her phone in Charlotte's hands and then started to doubt what she was doing, for what it's worth, her own behavior is not very rational. Loyola takes a pause to look down at the table before raising her eyes at Charlotte again. Can she really be trusted? Of course, she can't be, then why? Enma then feels like she's simply losing control over herself, her head is making a short nod towards the princess.

— Right, the private call? Sure, shall I leave the room or you will?

Her hand just slides on the table's surface as she sighs, this doesn't feel right at all.

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