With the meeting dismissed, Mei stood from her seat and stretched. After loosening up her muscles, she followed after the others as they headed to the flight deck. A small smile tugged at her lips as she felt the itch of anticipation that came with knowing that she would soon be in flight. She loved the feeling of freedom that came with soaring through the sky at blinding speed. This time, she also had the possibility of combat to look forward to.<br/><br/>As she always did, she gave her plane a once over to confirm that everything was in order—a habit she had gotten into, and which her wingman shared. The reasons were likely different, as her own stemmed not just from the knowledge that to err is human, but also from her inability to trust and rely on others, and perhaps even a bit from her suspicious nature. She’d never had a reason to doubt them, but in most cases, she didn’t need one.<br/><br/>She was almost giddy as she boarded her own plane, giving a wave and a grin to the deck crew as she hopped in and prepared for takeoff. Once she was ready, she lined her fighter up on the catapult. She waited for the crew to get them all hooked up and ready to go. It wasn’t long before they were in the air, flying off after their comrades. She let out a happy shout as she was suddenly flying through the air, a grin on her face ill-befitting the mission ahead of them, but then, that was nothing new.