As science and observations that were above her paygrade flew overhead Maethia did her best to focus instead of the conversation she’d been having with Darion while the others chattered. His reply made her flush slightly in the cheeks, purple turning a shade darker before she cleared her throat and tried to do her best to smile in what she hoped was a confident manner back at him.<span style="color: purple">"Well, I have to go change into my underweave and hardsuit. That’s in the armory; you can show me while you’re there.”</span>Her fingers continue to tap the table as conversation bounds on and on, progressing all the further into something uncomfortably scientific before two names are called over the intercoms and the man tells them to get their gear and suit up.<br/><br/>She nods at him, grey eyes focused on his own before she gives him a playful and brief salute before standing, they’d ridden up slightly around her thighs uncomfortably but most of what she was fighting was the realization that she’d definitely be doing some changing given her attire wasn’t exactly appropriate.<span style="color: purple">“You got it, sir.”</span>She says crisply, eyes flicking to Darion one last time before she takes off a few moments after everyone else to the armory. She sees Milenya begin to undress and definitely stares for a moment, appreciating the other Asari's body quite openly before clearing her throat and looking at her own locker.<span style="color: purple">" Damn she's pretty.." </span>could liklely be heard by those with acute hearing as she mumbled and  rubbed at the back of her neck.<span style="color: purple"> " Well girl, if she's onto it no need for you not be be as well..."</span><br/><br/>The ex commando rocks back on her heels after a moment, standing up on her tiptoes and stretching her calves before she sighs before her head lowers and the elegant curve of her crest dips. No harm in doing it now, it was just the ground crew, mostly. Her shoe-clad sneaks up to rub nervously at her toned calf before she  keys in the combination to her sealed locker and opens the door with a soft whirr and the clicking of locking mechanisms.  The bulky carapace of her matte black hardshell suit greeted her as well as the equally black underweave to be worn under it. With a quick glance around the room and a forced swallow of what she was sure was her dignity the Asari kicks off her shoes and disrobes fairly quickly. Maethia was not built willowy nor tall like most Asari but thick in the legs and hips and strong in her core and definitely in her prime as far as fitness went.<br/><br/>She made no effort to cover her modesty but instead tried to wriggle into the tight black underweave of her suit as quickly as possible which proved to be a struggle when it met the flare of her hips. Soon enough she was clothed once more however, albeit in tight synthetic mesh and took to donning her armor next. When the old, scarred armor was once more fully in place she tucked her full-face helmet under arm and tugged at the gorget that protected her throat as if to adjust the suit further to her liking.<span style="color: purple"> “ Never get tired of suiting up.Damn underweave though…”</span>She muses mostly to herself, partly to Darion if he’d stuck around though she’d pointedly be trying to avoid his eyes for a few moments.<span style="color: purple">"So what do you have to show me, hrmm? Something fun, I hope."</span>Her playful tone was back, her flighty nature not letting her focus long on the ordeal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>