The woman who came out of the locker room was not the same woman who had gone in. Kira's long hair was drawn back tight, braided close to her scalp and down her back, clearing her face of even stray wisps that might distract her in a heated moment. Her pilot suit was a comfortable fit, not restrictively form-fitting, but her expression was shut down from the easygoing look she'd worn throughout the earlier stages of the rendezvous. So far as she was concerned the others didn't even exist; she was consumed with the collection into her own space, the quiet meditation prior to the imminent conflict ahead of them.<br/><br/>Still, she must have been paying attention, else she would have missed her jump spot behind Habar. It wasn't all that different from using her usual Wren pack, really. A higher altitude than she could achieve with those boosted jumps, of course, but the sensations were much the same, if at a greater intensity. When the RAFT fell away her Wren was left behind like its much younger cousin, its jets flaring briefly just before landfall.<br/><br/>In reply to Grim's description for their plan of action Himsa simply worked her Wanzer's hands around her up close and personal choice of armament, checking her grip before they began their advance, the deep brown of her Zenith striding in the wake of Reaper's crimson spearhead.