Yuuyami had followed orders and docked with the Lincoln for resupply. However, before she was able to launch herself back into space, the new orders came in, and they definitely did not sound like something the Captain would ever do. At least, not voluntarily.

Gritting her teeth, she glared at the shiny, useless shuttle sitting in the hangar. It had to be them. It was always the really higher ups that made the most coldest and half the time only moderately efficient strategies, generally revolving around having everyone as cannon fodder, while claiming the glory for themselves. "Looks like this battle ends earlier than expected for us.", she whispered, while laying a hand gently on the leg of her MAS.

Unlike most of the rest of the 7th, her MAS was still in rather good condition. Albeit the few dents and scratches from stray debris impacting her, with the shield heavily scratched up from we collision with the carcass of a Fenir. Speaking of which, another Fenir seems to have met its end, as the rest of her team entered te hangar. As try all flew in, Yuuyami looked over every MAS with a critical eye from were she stood, noting the battle damage on every one of them. However, to her relief, all of the 7th seemed to be accounted for.

Quickly regrouping with the rest of them, she happily huger Ari, while saying "You did good!", before suddenly pulling Ari's head into Yuu's own chest for a few moments and releasing. "Suicidal but good." It was her own way of congratulating the rookie, while at the same time reprimanding.

However, her eyes narrowed in annoyance as the topic of the group shifted to the Admiral. "He's an absolute idiot. No matter the rush, losing that much resources of both personnel and materials, along with the time spet constructing the station and fuel used to ferry the personnel, is not worth it. It's not like he's the one paying for it all." Muttering her complains in annoyance, she noticed a few unopened cans of paint in a crate off to the side.

Suddenly getting the urge to do something, [i]anything[/i], to the shuttle, she immediately started making a beeline towards the paint.