The old man Avelina had insulted was very clearly not a pleasant man but Avelina hadn't expected him have his wits about him. He looked old enough to be occupying a home for the elderly who's minds had fled but despite his looks he was smart enough to target the one thing that most others would regard as a source of pride for Avelina which in reality was a very touchy subject, her wings. There was one thing that Avelina knew for certain. There wasn't a circumstance dire enough that would force her to see that man about her wings. No matter how bad the pain became, how she was injured or what the Valkyrie Wings did to Avelina on a physical or psychological level, she would never ever ever allow that man to operate or otherwise perform tests on her. With that settled in her mind Avelina did not even feel the need to consult the captain or her handler about whether she'd be forced to his lab.

The other two gentlemen that Armadaus was talking with, Avelina gathered there names were Sonne and Gearheart, began having a conversation about Avelina's flight capabilities and the impact it would or could have had on there lives. They spoke like she wasn't even there, like she was some sort of flying drone that the Captain controlled. Avelina didn't say anything, after all those that spoke out, those that complained about there circumstances generally ended up in worse ones. When Sonne, clearly looking for a way to avoid the Captain's eye spoke to Avelina he addressed her by her proper title. Avelina's face froze at this for it wasn't a name she liked to hear but the Agent apparently didn't notice as he told her what he thought of her manners. "Well," she said a smile masking her emotions towards this man's own manners. "I ain't often what people are lookin' to see."

After the Captain signed Avelina's papers he began to speak and as he became the center of attention Avelina realized something horrifying. He was Faldkrest. She'd not noticed before simply because when he wasn't talking she'd barely given him a moments thought. But at the prospect of her new handler being one of the dragon men something ruptured inside Avelina. "Doc, you can't be serious, I gotta to work with..." her mind struggled to come up with a word to describe the Captain but only managed to summon up: "...him?" The way she said the word suggested that [i]him[/i] was some sort of disgusting thing she'd found on the bottom of her shoe.

He departed not long after and Armadaus turned to the Valkyrie. "Avelina that was most rude."

Avelina rolled her eyes. "What's your point? Now I think the papers your holdin' mean I ain't gotta listen to you anymore. Have a nice life Doc." With that Avelina turned her back on a spluttering Armadaus and boarded the ship.

Avelina was roughly aware of where her room was but that wasn't really where she wanted to be. This place was enormous and Avelina, true to her heritage was curious as a cat. The engine rooms were unfortunately restricted, at least while launch was being prepted so Avelina decided to take a look at some of the cargo holds. They were transporting all kinds of equipment and machinery, some of it manufactured based on Shattertech designs.

Avelina snuck into one of the holds that had already been filled before she started to poke around. Most things were covered with tarps or locked shut but she found a few interesting things. Crates of weapons, shattertech and otherwise. Food supplies and scientific equipment. Avelina took some of it out to examine before a sound caught her attention. It was the sound of footsteps. Avelina stuck the thing she'd been looking at (a shattertech design called a taser) back in it's crate and took to the shadows. However the person was in between her and the holds exit and he didn't seem to be about to leave.

Avelina decided that the best approach she had was to come out of hiding and act like she was supposed to be here. Even accuse him of trespassing if it came down to it. People were so much less likely to throw accusations if they were busy defending themselves from one.

Avelina straighten and walked towards the man with a strong steadfast footfall. From the looks of him, especially the grease stuck to his body he was a mechanic. "You there," she shouted. "You should not be permitted in this area." Then Avelina noticed a white cat purring at his feet. "And pets are strictly prohibited." She accused with a decent facsimile of Armadaus' high class vocabulary. She had absolutely no idea if there truly was a rule against pets but at the moment it didn't really matter.