Ianthe scowled beneath her mask. The way this mission was going, she lamented to herself, she'd end up buying group therapy sessions for the team out of her take so they could work out their accumulated issues. Darion was enraged, Toi withdrawn, Neymi skittish, and Cypher cheerfully homicidal... and here they were skulking through a maintenance shaft in an abandoned research complex that was apparently crawling with hostiles. But,<i>breathe</i>, she told herself.<i>Focus. It won't get better if you make it worse.</i><br/><br/>By the time they reached the access hatch, she'd fallen back into a silent overwatch, a few steps behind Darion and Neymi and covering, with her sub-gun, the areas of the tunnel that were outside Darion's arc of fire. Falling into a light crouch a couple of meters away, so as to give Neymi room to work, she offered the tech a thumbs-up sign while mentally broadcasting reassurance.<span style="color: teal">"Still,"</span>she remarked.<span style="color: teal">"I feel... something. Like somebody's watching us. Can't really get a good bead on it."</span>As the hatch slid open, she brought the muzzle of her Shadow Lance up, aiming it at the opening.<span style="color: teal">"Maybe just jitters,"</span>she added, not entirely convincingly.<br/><br/><b>[ Psionic test: Roll 8 + skill 17 = 25 ]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>