"Ok, Boss. You show me yours I'll show you mine!" Yousef quipped, his accent thick with humor. She tried to pin him with a frosty look, but her lips twisted into a half-smile, so she craned her head to the side so that the Captain could begin checking her gear. Mic control, headset, VISOR, utility belt, rope, gun, ammo, leg guard straps...she had never quite gotten used to him practically fondling every inch of her body even though they had been through this routine dozens of times. She shifted uncomfortably when he was crouched to check the bottom of her ninja socks for tears and misrepair, holding onto the locker beside her for balance. He stood, absently adjusting her vest straps. Then, he seemed to still, leaving his hand above her ribcage. For a second, tense silence stretched, then she cleared her throat to try and rouse him from his wool gathering.<br/><br/>Smoothing back a strand of hair from her face "Suggestions, Captain?"<br/><br/>"So Major, Private Plane, should I bring my trunks for the Hotel in Atlanta, or would you prefer I just went 'commando', maybe we should hit up the Casinos?  I bet the floor show will be great." She rolled her eyes comically "That's not what I meant." But apparently, her gear checked out okay, so she motioned for him to stand still so that she could check his.<br/><br/>The biosuit was fine, but seemed a little snug, like he had been gaining weight recently. She couldn't quite get two fingers in the throat to check his volume control. "Been hitting the gym recently, Captain? You'll have to get fitted for another suit if you don't lay off the free weights."  The cord was intact and his uplink was optimal, so she checked his vest straps, smoothing them snugly around his ribs. She crouched, trying NOT to be aware of the fact that his groin was inches from her face, and checked the straps of his leg guards. The right thigh was a little loose, so she adjusted it carefully so as not to pinch him. His utility belt was full of gadgets, but he didn't anticipate needing a rope. That was fine, she had one and it would easily carry both their weight. She didn't notice a gun in his holster, but looked over at the locker and saw his lying on the tabletop, ammo ready. He probably hadn't holstered it before gear check.<br/><br/>His boots were good, if a little worn. She'd report to Masino that he be issued a new pair soon.<br/><br/>"Gear optimal, Captain. Ready to go."<br/><br/>