Avarris sat quietly in the chair. Her eyes locked onto Navarre in his command chair. He had changed. She could plainly see that. He was more focused on matters at hand. There was an easy mood about the crew in his presence. She had learned what they were attempting to do, and all seemed highly focused on that objective. Navarre was silent, patiently awaiting the occasional reports from his people. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the norm on this vessel. Pushing the boundaries of danger against a force that could swat them like an insect. Navarre had indicated that they were a freight hauling and shipping company, that this assignment they had taken was an exception. She found herself excited about what future exploits of this ship and crew would bring into their lives. Despite all that was taking place, she wasn't afraid. She was just happy to finally be free, and with her Navarre. Tomorrow had came, and now they were past it.