<b>Group 1</b><br/><br/>Behind her face-covering mask, Neymi was blushing. Ofcourse Kes would manage smell the scent of her release. If the tight bodysuit didn't keep her fur pressed down, it would be bristling by now.<span style="color: blue">"Zhouldn't you wait until during the mission to wet yourself?"</span>She snarked, trying to get Kes to drop the subject of the smell.<span style="color: blue">"In any case, it's a little late for a change of gear." </span>She toggled her wrist computer's flashlight on as the airlock pressurized. Unlike the other two, she hadn't grabbed any extra ammo. The only thing she ever hit with a gun was her own foot, and she wasn't keen on limping back. Her psionics and bots would need to do in combat. She did retool four droids to be suicide bombers however, or at least she hoped she repurposed them correctly. She had six more grenades stored in her backpack, as well as more drone parts, in case she needed more.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Zo..." </span>She looked at Darion as the secondary airlock began to open.<span style="color: blue">"At your command, what are your orders Darion?"</span>She said in a teasing tone of voice while raising her hand to shine her wrist-bound light into the opening.<span style="color: blue">"Zhall we move forward?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>