Asya stood up ready as the decision was finally made. She began to fiddle quietly with her rifle, making the necessary alterations to silence the weapon while still maintaining as much deadly force as possible. When the time finally came to move, she had already finished, and she stayed right at Genie's right side, just as the other technician requested. It conflicted slightly with her natural survival instinct. Normally she would have preferred to be somewhere in the middle of the group. Away from the front, and the most likely to encounter enemies, and away from the back, where they were most likely to be picked off from behind. But then Genie would be up in the front alone...<br/><br/>And that was something she wouldn't allow. So she buckled down, readied her weapon, and stuck close to her friend as they made a desperate run for the cover of whatever natural foliage this strange world had. They slowed down their movements a bit to avoid making noise as they moved towards the closest heat signature, and Asya paused as she heard Genie turn and direct a question at the rest of the squad. She remembered that it was the pilot, Ayla and began to silently wave her over. The best that Asya could do on her own was try to calculate the 'probable' location of the shuttles based on launch trajectory, and the nearby heat signatures, but having an actual, real knowledge of where they were would be better than a probable guess. So for now she just stuck close to Genie, keeping an eye on their surroundings, keeping her weapon primed and ready to fire at anything that looked like it might try to jump out and threaten them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>