Who: Elysa and Peta
When: Afternoon
Where: Flight Deck

Elysa reached the deck, all traces of her conversation with Aurora burried beneath her business mask. There were more important things to do, the main one being to tell her pilot and 2IC that without passengers, they would be on Persephone another day. It was something she knew both would protest, but at the end of the day it was her decision. Taking on passengers was a sure income. They had jobs to do, some they had to finance themselves. Every little bit helped.

She stepped up to the flight deck and frowned. Munroe, the new pilot, was normally always at her station. Elysa didn't know what to make of the woman, but she was a good pilot, and truthfully it was nice to have crew that didn't ask too many questions. There was still something a little... off about her. Like there was something that she was hiding. Though Elysa couldn't talk. She was swiftly coming to understand that everyone in the verse had a hidden agenda.

There was definitely no sign of the pilot, and so Elysa turned to leave. It was then that she heard the clunking sound. She paused on her heel before isolating the noise. Taking a few deliberate strides around the console, she crouched down to peer into the hole in her once closed deck.

"Just what do you think you're doin' to my ship?" she asked calmly.