Smells like Wing nonsense, if you ask me. I'm not much of a genius compared to Faust, but that's all I know for now.

[ but that's the thing. their business should be done in P Corp, or at least their mission with regards to la manchaland.

she looks out the window, already missing the way the city landscape sails on by as they traveled from one district to another. ]

Well, no use feeling sorry for myself here. [ she opens the door and gets out, dusting off her robe. ] If there's one thing I learned as a sailor and it's the sooner you adapt in nonsense situations like this one, the better. Come on, Gregor.