Rin walks around the interior of the warehouse, making note of anything that my be useful. As the emergency broadcasts come to an end , she thinks to herself, "Seems like they've won the battle with the shapers. Although I do wonder what the thing that crashed on the surface earlier is... Maybe there's alien tech in the ruins...". She begins daydreaming about what it would have been like to be a part of the battle - being a pilot, fighting to protect the fleet and the planet; medics, tending to the wounded; a diplomat, working with allies to being aid.. Recently she's been feeling like there's a life for her outside of the gang. Something more... exciting, extravagant, adventurous. She's been feeling lost, like she doesn't have a purpose. Protecting gang assets, negotiating with suppliers and allies, "persuading" people.. it's okay, but it doesn't give her the fulfilment it once did. Surely there's more she can use her skills for than lining her bosses pockets. People don't leave the gangs though. At least not voluntarily. Or alive.
As she finishes up, she thanks the others for the good work before making a call.
"Boss, warehouse is ours again. They'll be back later, we should think about putting some people here".