Blair gave a shrug, dismissing the matter with a wave of her hand. “Part of the job. I reviewed every file on every member of this assignment, including the pilot’s crew and the Captain. I don’t like traveling such a far ways without being prepared. They didn’t bring me just for my dashing personality, after all.” But, even skilled as she was, Castor was only a medic, not a brain surgeon. She didn’t think they were going to need to worry about such dramatic situations, but the woman allowed enough paranoia to leak in some extra supplies for those ‘oh shit’ moments that happened when you least expected it. It couldn’t ever hurt to be better prepared.<br/><br/>The medic gave a follow-up shrug of her shoulders, stepping forward to accompany the scientist. Despite her love of the crew, a little comradery was welcome. Her fellow Marines only seemed to welcome Castor’s company when they needed a stitch, otherwise they were happy to grumble and dismiss her at their leisure. It didn’t bother her, but sometimes a little conversation with a friendly stranger was a much-needed balm. “I’ll follow. I’m waiting to see how long it takes for the Cap’n to discover the condition of his room anyways. I<em>may</em>have convinced the pilot and his crew to help me redecorate a little. You know, to cheer him up.”<br/><br/>As if on que, the Captain’s voice drifted over the intercom, announcing their arrival to the planet. That familiar jitter of nerves fluttered around her stomach for a few seconds, before settling down and melting away completely. She never did care for landings very much. Everything else was fine. There was just something about gravity. Natural laws don’t always allow science to win favor. “Guess we’ll have to chow down quick.”