[Mystalya]

She places her hands on her hips and makes no move to shake Marduk's hand. She does, however, give him a head nod and a verbal greeting.

"Call me Sonir." Her eyes scan his equipment then rise back up to his face. She also makes a mental note of his body language towards Jimmy and Three Star. "Hm... Interesting."

[odd]

"Oh, I'm Tink by the way."

[RHat]

"Seems we're all here.  Everyone ready to go?"

[Chrona]

"That would be perfect, Sonir" He gave a polite bow to her, to the team members who had seen him the day before this seemed uncharacteristic. After Marduk's arrival he only afforded a sideways sneer at walking in with his machine gun. "Draco, any luck finding a new addition to your utility belt that you are comfortable with?" He had decided to make an effort to be friendlier.

" Ready as I'll ever be, I'm bringing the bike."

[Mystalya]

Sonir nods at the suggestion of bring the bikes but then hesitates and turns to Jimmy.

"I'm not getting on anything until the matter of payment for me is settled. I'm sure you understand."

[RHat]

"Steel should have handled that...  Give me a minute to contact him."  He fired off a quick message to Steelfish to inquire into what was going on there.

[Mystalya]

Sonir sighs and stands there for a few moments before her comm beeps. She glances down at it and both her eyebrows raise. She gives a sidelong smirk and motions towards the craft.

"Gentleman. Shall we?"

[Retrokinesis]

The craft in question is a cargo transport, its rear hatch lowered and waiting. There's enough room for passengers and their gear as well as a few light vehicles. A pilot, a jumpsuited dwarf with a British accent, puts out his cigarette as you approach. "Wheels-up in ten minutes. Strap yourselves in; we're lookin' at eight hours of flight assuming no delays". He disappears towards the front of the craft and you hear the engines begin to warm up.

[Mystalya]

Turning swiftly towards the exit, Sonir disappears outside. She reappears several minutes later and rides her bike up the ramp, parking it inside the cargo space of the plane. She tosses several bags on the floor of the cargo hold then dusts her hands off and glances around. "No first class? Aw."

[umraefein]

Draco pulls out the new pistol from his belt, and tosses it to Marduk. A quick check reveals that the clip is empty. "Keeping up appearances, right?" Taking back the gun, he restores it to his belt before going to grab his bike. He pulls onto the plane, and drops his bags. "Ay dios mio... What a frakking mess. We hit turbulance, we sure we wanna trust our hoops to this junker?"

[RHat]

Jimmy loaded up his gear - blades, guns, bike and all - and grabbed a seat.  "Not the worst accommodations I've dealt with."

[odd]

Tink will load up his gear and any drones he can take and send the rest back to his place

[Mystalya]

Grabbing a small bag of soy snacks and a bottle of water from her bag, Sonir makes her way towards the unimpressive seating in the plane. She raises an eyebrow and after looking around at the seating arrangement she finally claims a spot opposite Jimmy. She pops the bag open and munches her snacks.

[umraefein]

Rather than sit where he's supposed to, Draco slides into the seat next to Sonir. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. Ignazio." He holds out his hand in what is intended to be a friendly shake.

[Mystalya]

She blinks at him then accepts the handshake. "No hard feelings. It'll take a little more than just you disagreeing with me." she grins then leans back in her seat and takes a swig of her water. "So, Jimmy told me a little bit about you guys but not too much." She glances back at him. "Mage, correct?"