Maethia didn’t seem surprised that Ashana had stripped by the end of it all though it most definitely did not stop her from looking at the woman appreciatively, after all she did have the body of a dancer. Darion was however the one she watched most though she tried to make a show of hiding the most of it. Eventually his smirking had got to her and with a sting on her cheeks and a bit of a catch her in throat from seeing perhaps a bit much of him she went to the case that held her own modded Mattock and freed It from its heavily padded confines, placing it on her right shoulder’s maglock.<br/><br/>When she turned around he was finished and she thanked the Goddess for that small grace , her usual wry smile gracing her face again. She knew perhaps she shouldn’t flirt and damn well knew she wasn’t especially attractive, at least in her own mind, but he was definitely playing along and well.. his sense of humor seemed to fit hers at least.<span style="color: purple"> “Never get tired of it , huh? Maybe we’ll see.”</span>The last part of her reply was whispered, more to herself than anything but she was close enough he likely heard her before she shrugged away the thought.<br/><br/>Her grey eyes follow his movements as he picks out the box among the others and places it on his work bench. She was the first in like given her actual interest in the package and the man presenting it and she smiled like a juvie on holiday when he opened the box to reveal none other than grenades and what she assumed was some definite high grade plastique.  Without skipping a beat she was already into her next wisecrack, picking up a pair of frag grenades and carefully adhering them to the mag on her hip. “<span style="color: purple"> So explosives , huh? Tell me you’re a good cook and you’ll have to key to my heart.”</span>She turned around and raised a brow ridge out him, the orange colored markings on her purple flesh twisting as she smiled quite broadly at him and stepped to the side while the others took their pick.<span style="color: purple">“ Not a bad way to spend a paycheck though. I can just only hope my next paycheck can go to some kind of actual LMG, can’t really afford a Revanent I am sure, but something.” </span><br/><br/>Thermal clips were of course grabbed and placed along her forearm and as many as she could get into her belt pouches before feeling satisfied and  following the rest of the crew out when they were called.Whatever was going on certainly didn’t sound good, in fact it sounded like the hell humans talked about so much was already breaking loose and they hadn’t even hit the surface of the planet yet.<span style="color: purple">“ This definitely doesn’t sound good. I don’t think we’re the only ones after it at this point.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>