Maya saw their expecting gazes, and the look on their eyes was a clash of terror and boredom. They had been on their last nerves for hours, and they hadn't even seen a single damned bug. She felt like such a failure that she lowered her head when one of the women looked towards her. "PFC Thomas, hold the deck, I'm going downstairs to check around." The activity of the outpost had reached a low, and once or twice she had heard a yawn from one of the privates. It wasn't sleep Maya was looking for; she wanted to just be alone and think.<br/><br/>In the sub-basement, she found someplace to just sit down and relax. She had the radio at her side, if the team needed her, and she set it on the glass table in front of her. It must have been the former CO's living quarters, including the table, a couch, and a television, although the main power was out. The fluorescent light shone dark blue, a warning that the emergency generator was on. It made a dark room only a shade brighter, and gave it quite a cool feeling. She leaned back on the couch and rested her head on a pillow, setting her dirty boots up on the table.