It was a busy scene around the new mobile base as the crew finished their final preparations. Packs of supplies were being passed through the side hatch, with Clarissa and Zoe efficiently stowing them inside.
Beatrix arrived, a single, worn travel bag slung over her shoulder. She observed the activity with a look of profound relief. "Finally. We're leaving."
Emma, bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement, turned to her. "Sensei! Did you say goodbye to everyone?"
Beatrix ran a hand through her hair briefly, her expression unchanging. "Do I look like someone who has friends here? There's no need for such sentimental formalities."
Clarissa, overhearing this, offered gently, "But Miss Beatrix, they are our acquaintances. It's polite to—"
"Unimportant," Beatrix cut her off, her tone final. "We weren't close. Let's just go."
