Connie lets slip away from her to grab the bottles, her attention shifting from the nerves bubbling in her stomach to the novelty of flight. This could be so very useful with the teleporting. If...well, if things don't go as well with Wash as she hoped at least there's an easy training opportunity she can fall back on.

Wash was right though, the view of all the different habitats stitched together in a multicolour quilt was beautiful. As they descend towards the small building beside the sparkling waters of a lake, she's already pulling her helmet off to catch a breath of the air here.

Cool, a little damp but crisp and fresh. Connie scans their surroundings as her feet sink into the soft earth; thick trunks surrounding the cottage, the sound of the water lapping at the shore nearby.

"Yeah...I mean, it feels right," she murmurs, pulling her attention away from the scenery to the house. If it's really hers, then she'd be able to get in, right? A smile flashes across her face as she reaches for the door and spots the locks and alarms programmed into it.

As she leans in to work through the code and programming she chuckles, "This definitely feels like my kind of place."