It's one of those increasingly common nights where Connie can't quite get herself comfortably off to sleep. She's taken to walking the halls to pass the time and wear herself out, though where she ends up is a dice roll at best. She's gone to parts of the ship she didn't even know existed before, just by wandering.

Tonight, though, she finds herself heading down to the hangar.

The brightly coloured fighter had become sort of part of the scenery down there; a curiosity, but one that many people had stopped thinking about unless they were staring it in the face.

It's... literal face, apparently.

She has to do a double take when she reaches the hangar entrance. The Sabre being out of place isn't a total surprise, but the fact it appeared to no longer exactly be a Sabre at all and was... drinking fuel? Certainly was.

"What the fuck?"