What little light that was cast around Ashleigh vanished as soon as she deemed it so. Replacing it back in the pocket from which it came, the scientist strapped the device it was helping her analyze onto her head. With a turn of a knob, the intensity of green went from a dull and dark to a bright shade that brought everything into light. Well, sort of. It only helped make the silhouettes in front of her clearer. Some of the members somehow found the time to change, but Ashleigh's whole attention was focused on only one thing: Franka.<br/><br/>By sight, she looked just like someone would if they had been living off of the wasteland for a good part of her adult life. She wasn't terribly scarred or anything like that, but her features could do well with a little washing. Listening to her speak, it was almost off putting that she spoke in such short statements. One thing led to the next which led to the next. Fact after fact after fact. Ashleigh didn't want to pass judgment so quickly as having the four of them drop out of the sky was likely to be a culture shock more than anything.<br/><br/>Merely listening to everyone else, she was pleased that they were about to get themselves out of the middle of this field. That same amount of listening brought her to a knee, however, as Hackett's instructions only confirmed Ashleigh's own fears. The scientist only hoped that their first encounter with these monsters would wait at least a few days.<br/><br/>Wanting to see and talk to Franka in hopes of seeing just exactly who she is and what she can offer this assignment, Ashleigh drew her pistol from its holster. Firing it seemed like more of a liability than an asset, as Hackett insisted, bu if push comes to shove, something is going to get a bullet in its face for rushing at her.