Maethia made sure to keep watching the team’s back as they moved through the ship, moving slowly behind the formation with her rifle continually sweeping the corridors behind them just in case. She felt of course that there was likely nothing on the ship, at least as far as she concerned but just in case some survivor with a pistol and a survivor’s complex decided they were a threat they would at least be ready to drop them.<br/><br/>When they came to the door and the Quarian began to play around in the plating to open the door Maethia once more took up rear guard, on knee near the frame of the hydraulic door with her flashlight shining out into the dark hallways, that was of course until Firas told them to be ready, the woman wheeling around and focusing her mattock instead on the door. “Yes sir.”  It opens with a hiss and Maethia jumps slightly when her eyes find the legs of the dead turian, she looks away and shakes her head before looking back at what she could make of his prone form, electing to stay outside the door and uttering a low and mostly inaudible curse.<br/><br/>She was no stranger to death or bodies but it didn’t mean she was fond of suicides, if that’s what it was from the way people were talking up ahead of her though she still had no idea what it was that would have caused the man to kill himself instead o trying to get some form of help or holding out as long as he could. “ If something was after people how come there isn’t more damage or scores on the wall or some kind of struggle evident? Everything looks pretty damn orderly for a downed ship..”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>