Milenya blushed brighter, embarrassed both by Maethia's appreciative tone and as her actions seemed to set off a wave of people stripping. That didn't prevent her from looking appreciatively, Darion included. As everyone finally settled into getting their armor on, she chuckled nervously.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Uh, you do know this suit of mine is designed for long term use? It would be, uh, inconvenient to have anything on underneath."</span><br/><br/>She looked over the grenades, since Darion invited them to, and settled on a pair of the flash-bangs.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Less risk if I place them short."</span>She muttered. When Firas drew their attention to the thermal clips, she looked blank for a moment and then sheepishly loaded a trio of them into the empty slots of her right-arm bracer.<br/><br/>She slid another pair into empty pouches on her equipment belt, and then, noting that the others had kept on loading, added another pair, apologetically adding,<span style="color: #6495ED">"I have to leave room for the medical packs."</span><br/><br/>She began the sync-up procedure to get her suit talking with the others', when Cantenelli entered the room and 'suggested' that they follow. Once at the cockpit, she listened to what was going on.<br/><br/>Milenya hesitated before suggesting,<span style="color: #6495ED">"Do you think you can pull the bouy's communication logs? If it's any of the standard models, I'd guess this ship has the protocols to access those. Let's see who was here last."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>