Maethia showed a great amount of amusement at their gawking and ‘sizing her up’. She may not have thought she was all too pretty and as awkward as it felt to have the human man named Dario commenting on her so boldly it did make a smile break over her face “ Well just be careful where you admire it.”. When he asked the question about her amount of training she glossed over it. The woman had already explained it and she felt it bore no repeating. She folded her arms and stood up once more, boots thudding against the floor as she widened her stance just slightly.<br/><br/>The confrontation that came about her mattock was par for the course for what she was expecting without even really knowing the crew. Someome always had something to say about the modded rifle, that was until they saw it fire. It may not have been the most accurate gun out there but she knew how to control it and make bursts count when they needed to and unlike most of the people she’d ever worked with she had professional marksmanship training, a good advantage in her business. Her little smirk grows slightly wider, by this time her gaze /firmly/ on Darion.  “I’ve modified the body and changed the parts myself. I know fully what it’s capable of, gunsmith or not. If you can afford a Revenant or one of the nicer Asari LMGs you be my guest. Hell I may even kiss you at that point.”<br/><br/>Her tone was deadpan and her cool grey eyes were fixed on his own before Firas and Darion spoke up about her heavy armor. The Asari nodded curtly, stepping to the rack and placing a hand on the matte black, bulky suit that was hers. It was clearly modified to some extent, the chest much thicker than usual and the neck had a gorget on it to better protect her from neck-shots.  “Can’t produce biotic barriers to save my life. Sure, I’ve had to train in it but just was never my speciality. I was much stronger in marksmanship and hand to hand.” Her hand leaves the cool shell of her hardsuit and looks between Firas and Darion. “ No need to be hostile to a lady , boys. I’m not here to muscle in on any of you.”<br/><br/>She smiled cheekily and even more so when a competition of marksmanship and hand to hand got brought up. She pulled her own case off of the rack and keyed in her PIN. The case opened to reveal her modified Mattock. It was painted matte black just like her armor and had two parallel purple stripes running down the length of the weapon, the only body modification aside from the paint being the foregrip attached to it for better control. The Asari picks it up, her intimate familiarity with the heft of the rifle making the action seem almost graceful before she begins doing a cursory check of its systems.<br/><br/>Following the team out to the bay she looks almost amazed when the back panels open and a range is revealed. A little excited grin breaks across her features and she lets out a short laugh. “ If there’s a firing range and a gym here I might as well forward all of my messages to those two places.” The Asari watches them all take their turns, tallying up their scores in her own head as she watches the rounds hit the mass effect barrier around the target. Before she’d known it, it was her on turn as well. Swallowing slightly she steps up and assumes her stance, feet apart and back straight with the stock of her rifle in the pocket of her shoulder. Her first two shots were simply to test the distance, the first round errant but the second round glancing the lower body of the silhouette and adding a tic to the score. Satisfied she tightens up her stance slightly and grips the foregrip a little more tightly before she lets out the remaining eighteen rounds out in a series of rapid two round bursts. Her finger feathers the trigger quickly and it takes only a couple scant seconds before a thermal clip is discharge glowing cherry hot and warping on the cool metal floor. Looking up from her target she looks to the score keeping meter and lets out a little sigh. “ Thirteen… not too bad.” Of course there’s a cocky grin on her face and her eyes were on Darion as she walked back towards the waiting party, rifle carefully cradled in her arms.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>