Jenny looked down at the key in her hand. In a lot of ways Recca was right; she had been the quiet one of the group for a long time. It had been almost ten years since the Zangyack fleet arrived over Tyrol, and what she saw that day still haunted her nightmares. Hopefully this little thing would finally let her fight back.
As the ship made its approach towards Ryugal, she was sat off to the side, out of sight of the monitor. That said, she was still able to hear the argument going on. It was full of the typical bluster that most planetary rulers had in her experience, and the same sense of "not my problem" that always managed to hold up despite the legions of Gormins swarming all over the place.
Eventually, the call cut off, and the blue-haired teen stood up, slipping the key into the pocket of her shorts.
"So we're going down there then?"