Georgia threw her flight-keys into the toolbox by her locker. She threw on the jacket she had left hanging over the mechanics chair.
"He needs refueling Pete, other than that the lights are green" she informed the mechanic, turning back to Will, "Shall we?"
She led the way, giving one last glance at her Karasu before they left the landing pads.
"I've been reading up on the Nomad War of 800, really fascinating stuff" she said to Will, as they passed through the winding corridors of the Toledo facility, a couple of guards following a few feet behind.
