Power Armor Bay
Santo-Hei Tsuguka exhaled slowly and relaxed her muscles, using the massage function of the Mindy 2's interior to put her mind in a state of slight disconnection and euphoria. Twenty minutes earlier she had fitted the power armor onto herself, and twenty minutes before that she had backed up her memory in the medical unit. Blood flow and bodily temperature were normal. She had done her homework on the timetables, and now standing in the launch bay with all of that rigor behind her, she felt completely prepared and contented. Everything was neatly folded into its own little time slot, which she could look down on from the outside objectively.
Aikiko was the first other team member to arrive, and she was met by the stern form of the Mindy already standing there with crossed arms, as if preparing to punch the enemy into submission, guns or no guns.
It reminded Toyoe that she still hadn't given the woman the clothing that she had bought for her yet. The last week had been crammed with making every surface in the crew areas of the ship clean enough to eat off of, and understudying the technical personnel to gain information on every maintenance routine she could. Truth be told, however, she just didn't know how to approach the woman with it. She hadn't thought of, at the time, how it might come across as if she was demanding a favor in return.
In fact, with everyone else so caught up in the experience of being on such a warship, nobody had really said much to her at all, aside from kicking her out of their cabins whilst she was trying to clean them. That one time she accidentally snuck up on Murakami with a hot nutritional beverage, may or may not, have counted too.
"What is your load-out, Santo-Hei Akiashiro?" The tall durandium form spoke with a characteristic hardness into the neko's ear, Toyoe's voice taking on a whole new level of cold severity when distorted by the radio squawk. "I have no preference or particular expertise, so covering your blind spots may work to our advantage."