Natasha remained on the bridge as the data rolled in.  It would have one of the best views of the landing anyway, and one of the safest.  Plus, if anything came up, she'd be one of the first to know about it.  Knowledge was always key, especially on a mission like this.  As she sat back in the seat and turned away from the monitors, her mind wandered over her impressions of the crew.  She'd gathered a few snippets of information, but nothing too substantial.  There hadn't been enough time to do a thorough check on the crew.  Other than the few moments when they were all coming out of stasis, she'd only encountered the ship's crew.<br/><br/>Turning her chair towards the front of the bridge, she put her hands behind her head and leaned back, closing her eyes.  She'd read a little bit about the mission commander, Connor, but hadn't met the man before.  He was trusted by the company, but she wished she had some idea of how much he knew, especially about her.  It always made her nervous when she was on an isolated mission with a commander she didn't know.<br/><br/>The computer beside her beeped softly, bringing her out of her contemplation.  The readings were coming from the tropical storm in the eastern hemisphere.  "Hmm, interesting.  A lot of organic matter being blown up into the atmosphere."  It was likely similar to some of the processes back on earth, organic matter and minerals could be pushed high into the atmosphere and travel great lengths before falling to the ground.  This seemed even more robust though.  "Hope no one has allergies."  The data from the ship's sensors could only show so much, but it was clearly an active environment.