Phobe groaned, checking the vitals of the plane. "Look, the plane is good to go, we just need a pilot." She said boredly.
She threw her legs onto the table, sighing and looking over everyone in the room. "My name is Phobe by the way. Just Phobe."
(Daww, thank you so much.)
Matthew sighed, straightening out his hair and opened the door.
"Hello. You must be Yasmin. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Matthew. You can call me Matt for short." He said with a small smile. "Please come in, I'll show you to your room." Matthew stepped...
Phobe groaned, grabbing her laptop and quickly walking to the mission room, not looking forward to meeting new people. She habitually cracked her neck, walking into the room, grabbing a chair and spinning it backwards before sitting down, setting up her laptop .
"Responding to comm check, hacker on board." Phobe's slightly bored tone rang through the ear pieces. She grabbed her personal laptop, checking everything over for a third time, making sure that the ship was okay to fly.
"Hacker to Medic, I'm healthy as I could be. Hacker out." She gave her...