Once again, there was that warm feeling, sourced both from her and the [color=black]presence[/color] inside her. She really had done something to be proud of, she knew that. But then...

Then she frowned. Not [i]hard,[/i] really, not a great deal of anger or frustration. Just...confusion and consternation, and a desire to amend an error. "[color=ffe63d]I--thanks, really, I'm proud of what I did and I definitely never could've done it without my--without the rest of RISC. But...I didn't. Didn't do it all on my own, I mean.[/color]" 

She let a long, heavy breath go as she remembered back to the feeling of being down there all alone, and how certain she was that she was about to die. "[color=ffe63d]I would've--wouldn't have made it back at all if it was just me. I was actually saved by, uhhh...[/color]" She pitched her head up towards the ceiling, trying to remember the ESC pilot's full name and coming up blank. 

"[color=ffe63d]...an ESC pilot, I think her name was something...Dace? Or Dame?[/color]" She shook her head, frustrating at the fact she couldn't remember; it had been such a fraught situation, after all. "[color=ffe63d]I don't remember fully. She gave her callsign as [i]Firebrand[/i], though. She shockdropped between us right when I was going to--[/color]" She snapped her finger. "[color=ffe63d]Dane! That's what her name was, Axan Dane! She...[/color]" She trailed off.

She would've gone on, she really would've. But only then did she realize that the newscasters' faces had changed. Not a [i]lot;[/i] but definitely noticeable. And as she ran again over what she'd said, she realized that she had just--in [i]this[/i] political climate--handed the credit for saving her, and so possibly the credit for helping Casoban, to...a Euseran.

[i][color=ffe63d]Uh oh.[/color][/i]