Elefirn ship
Hallway
The engineer apologised and came to her senses, which was good. It minimised yet another risk factor they just didn't need in this lion's den. Glancing back at Shinrin as she went to take point fruitlessly. Moments later, declaring they'd need to find a new route. Her gaze moved back to Juno. It was meant to be reassuring. But that was hard to convey through a steel, expressionless mask. Instead, her hand moved up to thump softly against the cheek of Juno's helmet. Softly clunking as metal collided against metal in what was a soft tapping. She then let go and stepped back, moving to the other side of the hallway again.
With a soft breath being pushed from her, audible in her intercomms, she shook her head and glanced at Shinrin. Who called to prepare to fire. The shoulder mounted weaponry sprung to life. Aiming at the door, and several thumping rounds later, they had cut off their own primary entry route. Plans changed during an op and when Shinrin passed Zoeichi with the scientist in tow, she only nodded. Intent still on holding the backline. And it shifted. If these Elefirn were as impressive as Shinrin-juni claimed, she seemed best suited to hold them off for the time being. That and she had a penchant to taste just what they were made off. With a tease like that from their field commander, how could she not?
It didn't mean she would ignore orders either. As soon as the last of their dispersed stack had pushed past her, Zoeichi also moved back. Walking backwards while calmly sheathing both her blades and taking her Scalar submachine gun. Holding it trimmed at the door as she trod backwards resolutely. Not once dropping her guard. Not once lingering or flinching.
No fear. No noise, no hesitance. Just her between the enemy and the exposed back of her squad. As she had stated earlier, if they wanted war. She'd be more than willing to sign their declaration of war with blood.