Soaking in the fact that they were somewhere safe took Ashleigh a little while, but once it had, was she ever glad for it. Not once did she fire that pistol that was thrust into her hands and for the better of everyone on this mission, it would be great if it stayed that way. A scientist is never known to be a good shot - Ashleigh wasn't going to try and test that.<br/><br/>As the others spread out in their own little groups, the young woman practically stood in the middle of the first room cycling through what she had on her and what she would need. Being in this building brought a level of comfort to Ashleigh, making it that much easier to zone everyone around her out, but in the best way. The sooner she can conduct her research for a 'cure', the sooner that these people can return home. Thinking of home, Ashleigh eyed Franka for a quick second to try and pin-point what her motivations were. Did she truly want to leave this place? Was it simply out of convenience that a group of heavily armed men and women fell from the sky and are willing to protect her? It wasn't really important, but it was something to consider. Franka may just have a few pieces to the puzzle flying around through her blood stream - it'd be a good idea to look in to when the time comes.<br/><br/>While Hackett and Utem were deciding what to do with themselves, whether it be to bunker up or help Ashleigh settle in, the young scientist simply went off on her own to find a space. Closer to the center of the complex, she found a room that was void of windows, had a few stainless steel tables in it, and a small refrigerator. If there was any way to describe this find, it would be 'Perfect'. Over the next hour or so, Ashleigh unpacked all of the equipment that hung over her shoulders and her waist, as well as an over-the-shoulder bag that held more of her non-sensitive tools. Though this room did seem to perhaps been meant as a dining hall of sorts, Ashleigh was confident that no one would mind eating on the floor or just going bachelor style in the kitchen. Again, this mission is worth far more than to worry about things like that.<br/><br/>Looking into the room from the doorway, Ashleigh was pleased with her work. It was more of a relief to have all of those syringes and scopes off of her body than to actually be set up to do work. Her own 'personal' effects were lying in the opposite corner of the room - clothes, little treats she called 'Brain Food', things like that. If anything, this make shift lab frightened her; was the fridge cold enough to hold vaccines and samples? Would her samples even thrive under these conditions if left out for experimenting? Would she stop asking questions that really won't have any answers until she tries? Yup. Starting now.<br/><br/>With her flight suit still half-on and her white tank-top a little dirtier than when she started setting up her lab, Ashleigh took a moment to relax by leaning against a stainless steel counter. If she was back home, she would certainly slap herself for not taking care of such a sensitive workspace, but to be expected to create miracles in this room was ridiculous in the first place. Sighing quietly to herself, she only hoped that perhaps in the near future the group can find a fully functional lab, or at least more substantial equipment.