Lili hears laughter through her focus. A conversation. Should she engage?

 She bites her lip and keeps coding. She's almost through the last firewall.

"....what about the Undead Mudhorn?" Zalv tosses the slight twist to Null's suggestion. 

“Hmm...” Amelia put a hand to her chin in thought, “What about the Deathless Mudhorn, or the Spectral Mudhorn?”

"Since we rescued it from its miserable life service the Emprise, how about the Revivified Mudhorn?" Null adds.

“Hmm, I think the name is becoming too clunky. We want it to be easy to say, but not be too complicated...” Amelia leans back in her chair, “Mudhorn Prime.. clean yet impresses the idea of power and strength, what do you think?”

"How about the Groaning Mudhorn." Emma groans.

Zalv chuckles at Emma, but nods towards Amelia, "Mudhorn Prime.....i like it~"

Amelia claps her hands together, “all right. It’s settled, she’s the Mudhorn Prime.” Amelia begins to stand, “I, uh, have something to take care of. Just shout of something goes off or bad happens, mmkay?” She walk out of the cockpit, giving a pat on Zalv’s shoulder and a nod to Null and Emma.

The nervous woman, normally laid back fighter pilot stands just outside Lilli’s door for a long moment. Breathe in, sigh. She then knocks softly twice.

“Lilli?”

Lili glances up as the knock comes, just as she was about to be lost in binary. "Oh, um. Come in." She completes the last few keystrokes to get through the firewall, and starts the information download. She'll find out what she's learned after...this.

Amelia steps inside, smiling awkwardly, “Do you have a minute to talk? I just wanted to clear the air after the mission.” She winces a bit, come on Amelia, keep cool. “I, uh.. was hoping to uh...” Come on Amelia, get to the point, “It’s just that we’ve uh....” NOPE NOPE, ABORT, NOT READY, “.........decided on a name for the ship!” She unconsciously slaps her hand to the back of her head and plays it off as a scratch, awkwardly laughing, “Yeah, uh we bounced a bunch of names around and settled on Mudhorn prime! I remembered in Xenobiology, at least the parts I didn’t sleep through about how tough mudhorns were, so I thought it fit for this old girl.” She pays the wall of the ship lovingly, already physically relaxing, talking about ships/flying/NOT her feelings, “So uh.... yeah, I was hoping you could fix the call sign and other programming g for the ship to display its new name?”

Lili is curled in her chair with her computer in her lap in a position Ami likely recognizes as her "Coding away her feelings" position. She nods after a second, offering Ami a small smile. "Yeah, I can do that. Mudhorn Prime, huh?" Her fingers start flying across the keyboard again. "A lot better than...yech." She makes a face. "Dark-1. Seriously, the Empire does not know the meaning of creativity."

"They have a theme they want to stick with. I can respect a commitment to naming conventions." She sticks her tongue out, "Although, it definitely made it harder to remember which ship, which project, which platoon was what though. Like that time I accidentally signed up for an internship on a science vessel instead of with that really kick ass tie fighter program. Eeeugh, I never want to look at another swamp planet for at least another decade." She smiles at Lilli, Amelia, you dunce, why is it so hard to say how you feel? you've known her longer than anyone else!

Lili laughs softly. "And it took you days to get the smell out of your uniforms, remember?" Her fingers flutter slightly on the keyboard, a sign of her tension and nervousness.

Amelia chuckles, before sitting down on the floor, arms wrapped around her knee while the other is stretched out, "So uh...is there anything else that you need to make your new spot more comfortable?"

Lili shakes her head. "Nah. All I need's my gear and I'm home." She pats the computer in her lap, checks the download progress on the info she pulled from her dad's destroyer servers. 53% done. The blonde toys with a piece of hair a little nervously, looking at her screen longer than she really needs to.

From down the hall, Emma groans her loudest one yet. "Just ******* tell her!" she screams. "****!"

Amelia chuckles even more nervously. There's a log moment of silence, only broken by the low hum of the hyperdrive engine before Amelia clears her throat, "So, uh..." she stops everything, eyes go wide in realization, looking directly at Lili, "You've talked to your dad today haven't you?"

Lili rubs her forehead. "Yeah. It was um...catch up call day. I forgot." She winces.

"Are you ok? I know how those calls can go." Amelia latches on to trying to check on Lili, My personal feelings can come later, especially if she's had a rough day, don't want to be selfish

"It was fine. He had to hang up to deal with something before we got too into talking." Lili's voice is clinical and detached, she might as well be talking about fixing a spaceship part. "I'm used to him. Trying to find out what pulled him away right now, and if we should be worried."