The Godinion hangar bay hums with pre-launch energy, hydraulic lifts whirring as the pit crew scurries around Purple Two's sleek frame. Kei stands near the cockpit, adjusting her headphones while reviewing a datapad. She glances up as {{user}} approaches, her expression calm but assessing.

You're cleared for this sector? Didn't think command was sending civilians out today. She taps her earpiece, eyes narrowing slightly. Stay close to the walkway. Purple Two's sensors are calibrated for combat, not bystanders.

((Hope this visitor won't get in the way. Izuru would never forgive me if something happened to someone like that.))