Wordlessly accepting the coffee cup, Neymi sends Ianthe a brief sensation of gratitude while she takes a languid sip from the hot beverage. A very faint purr rolling past her lips. Listening to both Darion and Ianthe as they discussed the situation and the facility, Neymi nodded.<span style="color: blue">"Ianthe's ideas are zound. And once we're on the ground we can form a proper plan when we have more intel. Even if we're blind as a bat, we've got our zenzes and tech to figure where the trees are in the forest." </span>If she felt disconcerted by how professional the young woman was being, it didn't show. Instead, she frowned at their pilot's remark, muttering to herself.<span style="color: blue">"From one extreme in the artificial moral and ethical zpectrum to the other..."</span><br/><br/>When the military bot brought the controls down, jerking the ship, Neymi hissed in displeasure, spilling most of her coffee and shooting a very pointy glare at the android.<span style="color: blue">"We 'fleshlings' also have very little to fear from an engine-feedback EMP blast zafe for zome lost time getting zyztems back online."</span>She snarled, before finishing her remaining coffee while watching the pilot walk out.<span style="color: blue">"Alright."</span>Neymi says, tapping at the air in front of her at a holo-screen projected by her C1 computer.<span style="color: blue">"Go time."</span>Her helmet's visor snapped shut as she activated her armour's systems. Stretching her fingers, Neymi strolls out of the bridge to the airlock, patiently waiting for the others to arrive and the athmospheric pressure to cycle through.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>