Love salutes goodbye to the Commanders in the background as the door closes.

She checks around for Sir Wingfeather or some other escort back to the 'bird.

Scomm, "I didn't see any helpful adjustments to the apple cart. I'll work both ends here with you and the Thunderbird. I want to examine things for myself and get a more personal feel instead of a hundred hoofs in the air." She smirks. "Metaphorically."