Maki relaxed, leaning back in her chair, eyes closed, the entirety of the flight down to the planet. Even when they hit turbulence she seemed un phased. A little shake here and there was nothing to get worked up or concerned over and she had been through worse.
But then the call to don masks and prep for landing and offloading hardware and supplies from the shuttle came and her acid yellow eyes opened, swept across the cramped cabin of the shuttle and took in everything.
The SAINT operative sat up, adjusted the collar of her black paneled tunic, then grabbed her mask and put it on, making sure the seals around her face were snug and solid and that the air flow was good. She was ready to go.