This was all far above MAethia’s paygrade at this point. She wasn’t exactly a stupid woman but it’s not like she had a degree either and hell even her commando training wasn’t exactly entirely finished either. The woman nudges through some things with an armored boot, cradling her rifle close to her chestplate as she looks through the contents, eyes every now and then finding Darion to see what he is up to  that is of course before  Darion looks over to the asari and speaks up, the purple skinned Alia quirking a brow ridge under her helmet despite his inability to see it before nodding.<span style="color: purple">“Alright Darion. Let’s see what these poor folks got then.” </span><br/><br/>Maethia wasn’t about to turn down scrounging for credits even if Darion hadn’t brought it up but it hadn’t hurt that the man had. She begins opening footlockers alongside the man, rifle still cradled carefully with one arm as she searched through the contents of footlocker.<span style="color: purple"> “ What are you going to do with your bonus money, hrmm? Take me out for a drink, right?”</span>she laughs a little, making as light of the situation as possible as was her habit but she was somewhat serious as well, pausing and looking to him afterward.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>