"I'll do my best el piloto." Or however you said it. CC had never taken a Spanish class in her life. Most of her electives were spent on human biology, thanks to her interest in bionics. "And if we still fail, let's hope our tactician has a plan for us."
An amused grin slowly formed on CC's face as Nixon made a show of taking off his mask. The face that showed behind the mask was nothing out of the ordinary, and the mechanic didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. She didn't wish some sort of tragic past for him after all, but he'd definitely have made quite a colorful character. "Looks like we have a showstopper."
"I nominate Nixon for my best friend in the ship." CC's face lit up like a child's on Christmas day when the mask was thrown in her direction. Her hands systematically ran over it, her focus completely on it even as she listened simultaneously to the conversation at hand. It looked like she hadn't heard Nixon's words, but it was quickly proven otherwise when she responded with her own quip.
"I'll do my best, but my right hand has a mind of its own." As if to mark the end of the conversation, the intercom crackled to life. While CC didn't look up from her study of Nixon's mask, her ears picked up whatever information she needed.
"Isn't this mission its own death sentence and prison?" There was no malice in the statement; only a matter of fact tone of voice. There might've been a hint of resignation, but that could be attributed to the fact she'd rather much spend time getting a better gauge of her teammates than listening to the droning voice. She didn't need the info about everyone's tasks; that was pretty much common sense. She looked up briefly to Minerva, who was their medic. Should anyone's bionics fail, she and the doc would be working in tandem.
Yellow eyes slid up to the door, where the woman that had been announced arrived. Like the rest of the team, she stood up, holding the mask in her left hand as she took her messenger bag off the floor. They were an interesting bunch, that was for sure. A shadow fell over her and a hand came within her line of sight. She broke out into a grin as she looked up to the much taller male.
"Aww, I wanted to play with it more." She stuck out a tongue, but handed the mask over. He looked a bit uncomfortable without it. Just as he turned to leave, CC raised a hand, calling up for him to wait for her as she rummaged her bag. She tried to keep in pace with him, his longer strides making it difficult for her. Just as they came in view of the ship, she found what she was looking for.
"Here you go!" A gloved hand gestured for him to open his own, and once he followed orders, CC released a bottle and a piece of cloth sealed in plastic. The former was disinfectant which came out in spray or liquid, depending on which button you pressed. She always kept both at hand. "Disinfectant and cleaning cloth; kinda gross to use it after I've run my hands through it, right?"
Finally, she turned to look at their ship, and let out a low whistle of appreciation. "Hannah, treat her well please. It'd be such a shame for it to become all battered and bruised." It was nice to know that majority of the group agreed with her sentiments, especially aesthetics wise. Sleek and modern, it definitely looked every inch the space ship straight out of a modern sci fi novel. However, she was much more interested in what ran under the hood. Sure, she'd been given the specs and other related information, but there was nothing like actually running around and checking it herself.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, an unexpected voice beat her to the punch. Minerva, their medic. It was nice she'd chosen to speak. "I agree with Minmin;" Minerva was such a mouthful. Not really. "I'd like to check the engine room out for any errors." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she knew everyone was replaying what she'd said earlier. If what she said did turn out true, at least they could take comfort in the knowledge their motormouth mechanic would be the first to go. It usually started in the engine room after all.