Maybe, considering all the strange tech and the abilities the Malnosso seemed to have, a flying city shouldn't be all that impressive. Except it sort of is and Natasha's admittedly fascinated upon arrival. It's much larger than the helicarrier and some of the structures she can see look ancient, a strange mixture of new and old. They've got some downtime, since deployment isn't until the following morning - the waste of an entire day, she's not really sure if that's good or bad - so she takes a little time exploring the sector they've been assigned to, familiarizing herself with her surroundings, even though they won't be staying long. Part of it's habit, part if it's restless boredom.
...Part of it's the fact that she'd rather avoid being squeezed into the crowded barracks as long as she possibly can.
Eventually, though, she does wander back in around the rest of the Draftees, grabbing some food, double-checking the supplies she'd packed for the mission, catching a shower. She's not really bothered by the openness, although she does her best to stay discreet, knowing others might be more than uncomfortable here. Still, she's looking at an unknown period of time in the woods. She's not missing her last chance at the modern comfort of hot running water in who knows how long.]
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Maybe, considering all the strange tech and the abilities the Malnosso seemed to have, a flying city shouldn't be all that impressive. Except it sort of is and Natasha's admittedly fascinated upon arrival. It's much larger than the helicarrier and some of the structures she can see look ancient, a strange mixture of new and old. They've got some downtime, since deployment isn't until the following morning - the waste of an entire day, she's not really sure if that's good or bad - so she takes a little time exploring the sector they've been assigned to, familiarizing herself with her surroundings, even though they won't be staying long. Part of it's habit, part if it's restless boredom.
...Part of it's the fact that she'd rather avoid being squeezed into the crowded barracks as long as she possibly can.
Eventually, though, she does wander back in around the rest of the Draftees, grabbing some food, double-checking the supplies she'd packed for the mission, catching a shower. She's not really bothered by the openness, although she does her best to stay discreet, knowing others might be more than uncomfortable here. Still, she's looking at an unknown period of time in the woods. She's not missing her last chance at the modern comfort of hot running water in who knows how long.]