Milenya smirked.<span style="color: #6495ED">"I'm wearing full-suit armor, you think there's enough space in there to take it off?"</span><br/><br/>She stretched, and began to unlatch the clamshell of the armor's top half.<span style="color: #6495ED">"Your boss seems to have made some pretty good connections. What's working for him like? Other than the obviously profitable aspect."</span><br/><br/>She was slipping into a fey mood, flirting with danger and and rushing to embrace it. Though the others hadn't really seen it yet, it's why she'd become a pilot, for the rush of launching oneself into the air, into the emptiness of space, with only her own sure hand on the controls keeping her from disaster.<br/><br/><span style="color: #6495ED">"After all, a girl's always gotta be looking out for new... positions. New opportunities to... enjoy."</span><br/><br/>Milenya smiles, coyly, as she looks the Batarian over and glances to the Asari's locker.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, thoughts were rushing through her head. It was a hell of a risk to take, but perhaps Ashana, Kala, and Shira were still in that room. Distracting this guy might give them the opportunity to take him down and get some weapons in their hands, or at the least, let them slip past into the control center where their suits were. She'd have to rejoin Firas afterwards no matter what, couldn't leave a teammate alone too long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>