Copter!
"Thank you, Tseng." Marina replied, a smile curling her lip as her form changed. Sliding into a seat (being careful to straighten her skirt beforehand), the brunette leaned to glance at the radar. It felt good to have functioning fingers and toes and not having to walk on all fours.
"Have we any contact with the others? It feels like the whole universe has been spinning without me here." Her tone was neutral, betraying nothing of her impatience and perhaps a hint of worry. She felt detached from the world at the same time, feeling very behind. It wasn't the best feeling for a Turk to have-- they were always informed. For the moment though, she shook off the emotion, collecting her mask. There was a light tension in the air, signifying that something was up.
All of her itched to ask about it, but Marina would wait for the first answer before pressing forth. The woman figured the story would come together very quickly once it was out.
