Connie heads back to the hangar exit, turning around at the door to give a vague wave before wondering why, exactly, she's doing so—not that she doesn't finish the gesture.
She's not going to get nearly enough sleep, assuming she manages to sleep at all before the inevitable wave of 'oh my god what just happened' hits and she's forced to confront the fact that she just met a sentient, alien ship in Project Freelancer's hangar. A sentient, alien ship that no one else knows is anything but a strangely colour sabre.
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Connie heads back to the hangar exit, turning around at the door to give a vague wave before wondering why, exactly, she's doing so—not that she doesn't finish the gesture.
She's not going to get nearly enough sleep, assuming she manages to sleep at all before the inevitable wave of 'oh my god what just happened' hits and she's forced to confront the fact that she just met a sentient, alien ship in Project Freelancer's hangar. A sentient, alien ship that no one else knows is anything but a strangely colour sabre.
What in the universe just became of her night?