Charlie tugged the band holding her hair back off; the ponytail had become skewed as she removed the headgear. The honeybrown locks fell in a mess around her face and she shook the strands out with fingers before gathering it all back up to tie back and out of the way. As she did so, she took a look around.<br/><br/>"Did they seriously not think it necessary to keep the equipment guarding the reactor in good repair? Is that...<em>duct tape</em>?" Indeed, a thin strip of the reliable fix-all was poorly taped over top a switch. As she stared, it seemed more that the tape had been slung across to keep someone from hitting it rather than to keep it working properly, but it still annoyed her.<br/><br/>"Ah well," she muttered under her breath and began to strip off her underwater gear. It was time to go with the flow; this is what they had been handed, this is what they would be making due with. Besides, she had other things to worry about besides the aesthetics of a seriously outdated control panel. They had a mission to attend to. People to find. Information to gather. Radiation to be weary of. There were too many other big-picture items on the menu tonight to loose focus on an unimportant detail.<br/><br/>"A lot of the area has been compromised," she said softly, coming up between Rae and Dominguez. "Are we able to disconcern which zones were safe when the previous team entered and which zones were hot? That may narrow down our initial search." She let her hands cross over her chest and she shifted her weight to her right leg.