Izu returns the smile with a much less shy one. "Sure. While it'll make some things hard, sleep ain't one of those things." Oh, and there's an offer of as big a hug as those elf arms can manage. Fortunately, the chromed up left is warm(ish) and kept on the outside. From experience, the elf knows that warm goes to a little too warm real fast when the gun bits weren't engaged.<br/><br/>And perhaps the Troll would have liked the feel of a weapon snuggled up between her legs. Izu wasn't going to ask - the hug was too comfortable.<br/><br/>Too bad that it wouldn't last long enough to have a proper nap. The descent starts with a (normal) ear popping change in pressure and a water spray on the container that sounded like a thousand car washes all at once. Then the shaking. Whatever was putting the 'boxes' in place was not very careful, and so the mostly prone position of Derple and Izu was a good thing.<br/><br/>Somebody, possibly Izu, possibly just their own nerves, asks "ready?"