**“Everyone… we’re free from danger. Demeter is hurt so please let them recover… otherwise, feel free to go about and do things however you want for now. There’s a Mess Hall, Training Room, yadda yadda… yadda… you get the jist… Just don’t anywhere that you’re not supposed to,”** spoke Lorenzo on the intercom.

Looking down from the ceiling, relief washed over Esther and she exhaled a held breath. Frowning, she still had many questions she wanted to ask the good Doctor. Where were their rooms? Where were the restrooms and showers? Where was ANYTHING for that matter? Did the ship have any directory to show them the way? How soon could they begin their formal military training? These and many other questions buzzed around in her head. Frustrated with the entire depressing situation, she shook her head and forced the questions out of her mind. She'll have to settle with asking the good Doctor later when she would see him again. Whenever that would eventually happen.

Looking at the other pilot candidates, she sighed. Deciding that a little stroll around the ship was in order, she wandered off and away from the group. She figured she didn't make many friends with her prior actions and no one would want anything to do with her. At least this would give her a chance to explore a bit. She hoped the stroll would get her mind off of things to help clear her weary mind and heavy heart. So many lives lost against the Cruxi. Things had gone to hell quickly. Even a comrade had gotten hurt in the process. As soon as she could find her room, she would pay her respects to the fallen and maybe try and schedule an impromptu visit to Demeter to see if...she? He? Whatever. If Demeter was recovering well.

Unable to fully push some of her biting questions away, she wondered when she could hit the gym, range, or maybe even see her assigned Framework. She pondered the thoughts briefly and tapped at her chin with a finger, eyes on the ceiling above.