Mizuho yawned, and returned to her writing, glancing on occasion at the transcript of the transmissions sent between her own computer and Star Army command. She had a ship waiting for her, but as of yet no crew. Ah, well. All things took time. She would return to Yamatai as soon as she could manage - and part of managing meant asking the AI for something, which she hated doing.
So instead, she penned two letters further, then typed them rapidly, sending one to an Arild Bard, the other to one Eikan Minato. And thus ended her very short list of friendly acquaintances. She smiled inwardly, noting how very few people she trusted and how very many she despised in this massive military juggernaut.
"Mikomi, what will be the quickest way for me to return to Yamatai? I would like to leave within the hour, if possible."
She carefully, meticulously carefully, organized her papers and notebooks in a number of folders, stowed them in a small binder. Collected what meager posessions in the chamber were actually hers - the sidearm, the projectile pistol (though she left the spare ammo, the weapon having only a single round loaded), the tau kien she had not drawn in more than two years, the rest of her civilian clothes. Like the ammo, she left her discarded uniforms behind, still refusing to wear them.