Though she had not shifted so much as an inch since taking her seat, Lena had a small grin of satisfaction behind the scarf she habitually wrapped over her face. A mission at last, and to somewhere that wasn't a wretched hive like Grestian. Not that she hadn't taken advantage of the few weeks of leave to wander unnoticed amongst the teeming masses, observing everything from highborn nobs trampling their lessers underfoot to Arbite block raids to shady criminal deals in disreputable warehouses and even mutant filth hiding in the shadows of the underhive. But it chafed her so like a raw boil that she was under firm instructions not to kill anyone at all without a direct order. Such was the price of her service, but it still rubbed her wrong to just ignore such acts of crime and heresy (however minor it might be). And on top of that, a blade kept in its sheath was only good for drawing rust, and her particular set of skills were no different. So yes, she was willing to admit to herself, she was more than eager to be tasked with this mission.

She listened attentively to the briefing even if a few of the names and concepts being discussed flew over her head. How could a city float on the ocean, for example? Was it a giant boat? It was something she'd had to get used to since first leaving her home, and, at least, she could understand far, far more now than on her first warp voyage. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the unsubstantiated claim of mutants from the deep seas somehow being responsible for the missing city. She considered this for a moment, then raised a gloved hand once the conversation had died down and spoke up in not-quite-perfect Gothic.

"A question. These deep mutants, has there been any previous sightings of them before in the records? Or if not that, any local stories or legends on Aporia as such that is similar?"