Maethia remained happily quiet for the rest of the little ‘meeting’ in the cockpit, mostly minding her own and checking, rechecking and checking her things again in nervous habit like she had been for the past few minutes. When Darion does wink at her she returns the gesture through the visor of her helmet, quite thankful that her face was not able to be seen at this point. That seems to at least break her nervous spell for the moment  , giving her something different to focus on though she wasn’t exactly sure that was wise when they were about to head down on a volcanic planet like the hellhole they were in orbit over and plunge into what was apparently an underground site but… it could be worse.<br/><br/>Walking past him when the other’s begin to fan out and head towards the shuttle Maethia checks him with a small sway of her hips, the plating of their armor clacking together. She smiled wickedly beneath her helmet and it showed in her eyes.<span style="color: purple">“Wake up, pretty boy.”</span>Her voice crackled out of the speaker set into her helmet, betraying her nervous excitement. Once they were all piled into the elevator she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, saying her own little quiet prayer to the goddess while she waited for the thing to move. It wasn't that Maethia was particularly religious, nor that she believed prayers were actually heard, let alone answered but it gave her something to do and it was a small comfort taught to the Asari by her mother. When finished she doesn’t open her eyes but does chime in with what Milynia had to say.<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">“How long might someone actually be able to carry on a dig on a planet like this? I don’t feel they could’ve been down here too long or am I wrong , doc?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>