Once upon a time, Jackdaw might have liked cities. She loved the immensity of them, the buildings, the diversity, all of that was well and good. But then she hit the meat of it, the inhabitants, and she realized she had no place there. She couldn't bring herself to say it was their fault, though she wasn't about to take any blame herself, the truth of it was she and cities didn't mesh well any more. Nor did rural areas for that matter. She belonged on the ship, plain and simple. R&R was good to her for a couple days, and then she got antsy, fidgety. She needed direction, a goal, and aboard the Dawn, she had that.

When she arrived at the hangar, she didn't dawdle. She had a bag of food to add to her stash, a few dice from a casino, and a nice new baton for the next time she went on leave. She could see the Dawn, but stopped when she caught sight of Rennac. Oh boy, who was this supposed to be? She could feel her patience beginning to wane away already.

She walked past, not acknowledging the wolfen man, and giving a slight nod to Varus as she made her way inside to set her stuff away. Her quarters were close, and she was back within a few moments, more to observe than anything. Even if she wasn't fond of the man, he offered a distraction, which she was more than eager for, given that they wouldn't be heading out for a bit.