Aileen Domovai watched as the ship was slowly guided to land. The female Spartan stood nearly six and a half feet tall inside her armor, quite tall for a female. Under the bright red armor was, naturally, a chiseled body, with a fair bit of lean muscle. Looking through her visor as the ship landed, Aileen drew her pistol, cleaning it carefully for the third time since they had left for the ark, and the fifth time that day.<br/><br/>Hearing Corporal Zephyr speak, she couldn't help but add her own comment. "With any luck, the sun isn't going to be the only thing hot about this mission," she said, her voice deeply feminine. Holstering her pistol...again, Aileen sat down, showing an air of confidence that wasn't exactly faked. "After all, it would be rather dull if all these Spartans and such were sent on a pick-up mission that was just a pick-up-and-go, wouldn't you say?" This time, rather than draw her pistol, Sergeant Domovai drew her knife, testing it carefully with the tip of an armored finger before putting it back in its sheathe. "Then again, perhaps tempting the fates to give us a challenge is a bad idea."