[Sorry for slowness, brain fog's a bitch.] The question as to where Zinda is is answered when someone supposedly from the ground crew squeezes out of a panel where some minor repairs and maintenance had been performed, and she'd wanted to make sure it was done to her liking. It's still taking her getting used to even having a ground crew, let alone access to nice private hangers like this.
She starts pulling at the extra layer of her overalls once she's a safe distance from traces of engine grease, revealing simple civilian clothing underneath, comfortable layers picked as much for hiding weapons as they were for a fashion statement. "Hey, JJ," the nicknaming process is instinctual for Zinda, and as such, it sounds like something she's been using for Jacinda for years.
"Hope y'don't mind it bein' Casual Friday, figured the uniform'd just draw attention." She does have an extra on hand in case a little attention might not be a bad thing, but better to fly under the radar while... well, literally flying under the radar.
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The question as to where Zinda is is answered when someone supposedly from the ground crew squeezes out of a panel where some minor repairs and maintenance had been performed, and she'd wanted to make sure it was done to her liking. It's still taking her getting used to even having a ground crew, let alone access to nice private hangers like this.
She starts pulling at the extra layer of her overalls once she's a safe distance from traces of engine grease, revealing simple civilian clothing underneath, comfortable layers picked as much for hiding weapons as they were for a fashion statement. "Hey, JJ," the nicknaming process is instinctual for Zinda, and as such, it sounds like something she's been using for Jacinda for years.
"Hope y'don't mind it bein' Casual Friday, figured the uniform'd just draw attention." She does have an extra on hand in case a little attention might not be a bad thing, but better to fly under the radar while... well, literally flying under the radar.