Stepping smoothly from her seat at the table, Genevieve gave a respectful nod to the captain and made her exit from the meeting, intent on securing her personal supplies that had been placed in the armory. The case which sat in the armory with her identifiers was one of the few things she placed personal value in, and she was keen on relocating her personal weapon to her quarters as soon as possible. With her face-plate closed she seemed like just another member of the security team of the ship, no one of particular rank, and therefore no one of great import at the moment. Cytherea chimed in her ear as she approached each corridor, noting which way would bring her to the armory faster and avoid the higher concentrations of crewmen. In idle boredom she cycled the light filters in her helm's optics, watching the people around her shift as her vision did as well, in a way testing to ensure the suit was still fully functioning in a safe environment.

Arriving within the armory she found the snake creature from the meeting, a late arrival that quickly removed itself as soon as the captain dismissed everyone. Sneering at the alien from behind her helm, she made her way past another member of the security team to the secured crate that held her equipment inside as well as her personal belongings. [i]"You know, you probably could have told them to send the crate to your quarters instead..."[/i] Cytherea's voice in her head distracted her a moment as she keyed the genetic lock on the crate, though she kept her finger on the lock long enough for the device to register her input. As the locks cycled open she looked back to make sure the snake-man was still occupied with his ammunition sorting, and opened the case enough to see that her weapon was stowed safely in the netting of the lid and the rest of her belongings were still exactly as they were when she packed everything. [i]"Well, it was either state the case had weapons and ammo in it, or have them scan the crate before loading."[/i] Without knowing for sure how tight regulations were going to be on-board the vessel, Genevieve had declared her crate as containing weapons so as to have it slip by without being scanned extensively, instead making plans to redirect her belongings back to her quarters and wave it off as a simple misunderstanding of the dock workers.

Snapping the case shut and deploying the wheels on the crate, she steeled herself before deciding that she may as well address the snake now, rather than have it question her as she left the armory. As she stood to do so, the man at the counter she had stepped around before suddenly blurted out a statement "A massive snake." Despite trying not to, she found the statement amusing in how blatantly obvious of a descriptor it was, and let out a laugh before quickly going silent. Thanking the helmet obscuring her face, she stepped around the man again, the crate in hand trundling along behind her and addressed the snake. "This crate contains my personal belongings" She began, staying cold and blunt with the creature, lest it think she was actually making conversation with it, "Must have been a mix-up at the dock, I'll be taking it to my quarters now," Without waiting for a reply, she flashed her identification tag as security officer and started for the door, turning her back on the two in the armory and making it clear that she did not intend to discuss the issue further.