Rajnos paced around her tall frame and there was an unheard conversation heatedly going on in their minds. Jarron changed his mind when Evil sighed. It wasn't heated. Something else was going on there.
"M'lady. I am sorry for what I said. It was uncalled for and I should not have let my feelings surface like that". Marca stopped in front of her. "Just be careful, and we shall discuss this when you return." With that he walked off slowly and Evil straightened, gathering the silk and moved up the ramp. With one last step to make, she stopped and turned towards Marca's retreating frame. She posed almost, arching her shoulders and neck and then snorted loudly to catch his attention. Marca turned and looked at her as she made a grandiose swoop with her arm and claws in a low bow before boarding the ship. He nodded slightly and then Evil joined Jarron and Agassiz on the ship.
She made her way to the cockpit; Jarron was waiting for her there. She thrust the head dress at him and then seated herself to his left, taking control of the ship, starting the thrusters and then maneuvered the ship out of the hanger. She was silent the entire trip. She rarely spoke to anyone but he could tell something was bothering her. Their destination was only a few hours away and when she started the speed drive they arrived in a few hours.