Several hours had gone by; the sun had set not too long ago and the dark interior of the open cargo hold had gotten that much darker. Ashleigh wasn't sure if she had passed out where she sat, but now she was wide awake with everyone just as chill as she remembered. Whether it was them relaxing, napping, or doodling she couldn't tell, but there was no point in trying to figure it out lest she disturb them. Perhaps now was a good time to figure out what exactly it was that she had on her person.<br/><br/>Compared to any of the military folk on this team, Ashleigh lacked quite a bit in the firepower department. Knowing full well that the pistol was not loaded, the scientist unbuckled the weapon from her thigh holster to investigate it a little bit closer. Standard military issue was, strangely enough, not what this was. Judging from the etchings, serial numbers, and the holster itself, it was an HK USP. She recalled her instructor mentioning that it was a .45 caliber. Not that she really knew exactly what that meant, but watching enough movies, she knew it had something to do with how big of a hole you can put in someone. Looking down the sights, she accidentally rubbed a finger against the cylinder just under the barrel. A light illuminated the space just in front of her. It didn't quite startle her, but she was worried that someone was going to give her hell for being so intuitive.<br/><br/>Adjusting the knob, the light focused into a beam that reached the other side of the plane with ease. Ashleigh guessed if it was left unobstructed, it could have gone several hundred metres. Pointing the weapon at the ceiling to avoid agitating the eyes of those around her, she eventually figured out the high powered light, turning it off with another turn of the knob. Being amused enough by the killing machine, she put it away and moved to another pocket. To her dismay, she found a tablet PC on her other thigh. It was far more sophisticated than that, but the simple fact that it was a single, flat entity irked Ashleigh beyond all belief. Along her waist was a belt. A number of the pouches attached had extra magazines, while others had more science oriented items such as vials for collecting small samples, syringes and needles for the more... sophisticated of collections. Most everything else would be in a crate that would be dropped along with the team. The scientist could really only guess what was in it, and still could really only hope to find a proper lab to work in.<br/><br/>In the dark, in the silence, Ashleigh felt sort of weird thinking about how she was going to go about her research. The occasional flash of lights made her feel like she was plotting some sort of evil plan and conducting an experiment that would cause a catastrophe. Ironic, as her true intent is to fix this; to figure out if this was accidental or the result of a true mad scientist.