[ Vriska doesn't do much to acknowledge him other than a small incline of her head. No smile, no obnoxious greeting. This is clearly Serious Business.

His leading little statement doesn't get an answer right away. She's watching her feet as she walks, chin down as she tries to collect her thoughts. ]

I wanted to tell you now, because I may not get a chance to later.

[ Her tone is honest, and refreshingly free of self-pity. It's the simple and honest truth. With a breath that fills her chest all the way up - how strange it is to breathe, to sigh, when she thinks about it - she looks at him proper. ]

The price for failure is significant! I will be stripped of my team, for starters, and get to go through training headed by that weirdo that Gliese hates so much. Apparently his designation is Gale. I liked Blur better, personally. [ Casually said, as are most things with her. ] I will be barred access to medical treatment and supply drops. In Gale's words, "whatever it is you want for, you will have to wait."

[ Here she pauses, somewhat reluctant to go on. But go on she does, relentless and a little flat in tone. ]

I'll be stripped of my rover, too. And if you guys get sent on a mission, I won't be able to contact you, nor you me. At all.