Shuttle
"Hai, Yamashiro-Shoi." After the others had passed she made her way into the cockpit, settling into the copilot's seat. It felt a bit odd, since she usually wound up flying the shuttle. The perspective from a few feet to the side wasn't so different that things were unfamiliar, of course. Glancing back to make sure the rear door had closed and the weapon she'd brought along was still secure, she then turned her attention to the task at hand. Eyes flickering about behind her glasses, the glowing screens reflected off the faceplate of the AMES she was still wearing.
As Natsumi lifted up to begin her search, it didn't take long for the detail-oriented Neko to notice teltale signs of Candon's little mishap. Trace energy signatures near fine amounts of Yama-Dura that had recently been scattered in the atmosphere. Fallen trees, likely knocked over by some sort of shockwave. "Shoi, I believe I've narrowed down our search area." She pushed the data and coordinates to Natsumi's side of the shuttle, giving the pilot somewhere to aim.