Veronica Maxwell shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the rest of the team shuffled and strapped in, her eyes glancing over each of them. She felt a small pang of irritation at having not gotten a proper chance to truly get to know any of them, yet there wasn't much helping it. Thanks to her frequent visits to the planet, she'd hardly had the time to talk with them. Her thoughts shifted when the pilot climbed into the cockpit however, a surge of nervousness filling her as she tried not to visibly squirm in place; she'd never liked flying.<br/><br/>As the dropship suddenly burst into action, Veronica took in a deep breath before visibly relaxing, fingers tightening on the gun propped up before her. She knew it was utterly foolish to feel discomfort, yet no matter what she did she simply couldn't remove that sense of fear in her core when on board a ship, something she'd labeled as related to her biological self. Shaking her head, she managed to get through the mild turbulence as they entered the planet's atmosphere, though her attention was quickly captured by the rep as another briefing began to occur.<br/><br/>V's eyes widened a fraction when the alien was displayed before them, as well as the highly advanced technology it was carrying. At the suggestion that such a deadly creature could potentially be on the station she shivered, eyes closing a moment. "Things just get better and better," she muttered softly to herself, slender digits idly drumming upon the cool exterior of her gun. Yet as the woman continued, mentioning that she'd leak certain information to the marines, a quite visible frown appeared upon Veronica's lips as she opened her eyes to gaze cooly at the woman. She was worried over the mission, and at the potential atrocities hinted at that the company may have committed, yet she certainly wasn't going to let some<em>civilian</em>cause issues for the team or her father.<br/><br/>The young synthetic eventually looked away, head bowing over her weapon before blinking and suddenly looking up at the mention of communications. How bad could the situation be if communications were still up? Wouldn't that be the first place an intelligent terrorist would think to hit first? Or had the civilians regained control? A series of thoughts swam through her head as that small frown appeared upon her lips once more, yet when she heard the dull thunder ahead, she visibly tensed, confirmation of something having happened being given by her superior as she marched in. "Yes ma'am!" she hastily called out before she reached up and took off the harness, freeing herself of that restraining device. With a slight jolt she stood up upon her feet, picking up that massive gun as she did so before planting herself down, using her natural strength and superior reflexes to keep herself balanced as she ship continued to move. She wasn't particularly surprised she was being sent in first, yet her gun usually would place in a supportive role.