Iona was nearly giddy; she was practically like a hound that had scented its prey. Her primary, and most important, job would begin when they'd docked, but that didn't mean she couldn't begin now. She used a device mounted to her cybernetic arm to put together a radio message after leaving to stand in the hall where she could concentrate. Iona decided that it should be short, sweet and to the point:

[i]"Hello. As you know, if you're not asleep on the job, your liner is being... visited. There is no use putting up a fight. We have control, and if we do not get a return radio message telling us of your surrender within one hour, we will open fire."[/i] 

End message. She sent the robotic-sounding voice recording and called out to Angelo, "Message sent. Be on the lookout for announcement of surrender within the hour." And with that, she headed off, ready to board. This was her favorite part.