[She probably didn't need the reminder, but now Velvet knows how awkward that sort of argument looks to an uninvolved bystander, anyway, and she probably doesn't need to know she's a hypocrite for judging this territorial yelling match either, but she eventually turns the feed off, disgruntled and irritated at being dragged into someone else's personal horseshit by the sheer coincidence of wanting to pay attention to the public messaging feeds at just the wrong time to catch all that.]

[With a grumble, she goes back to browsing the informational data packets supplied to prospective interplanetary migrants she'd asked for, minus the background noise of the video feed this time.]

[Still, she thinks later, if she actually decides she would rather hide in plain sight in their ranks after all instead of dealing with them as a potential watchdog all the time wherever else she chooses to go, this is the sort of inter-teammate nonsense it's probably best to at least dimly know might come up ahead of time.]