Jackdaw was just about done with her final checks. She moved the armor on her body a bit, closing and redeploying a few of the plates to make sure everything was fluid and in order. Once that was done, she made her way to the entrance ramp of the drop ship, and let her helmet fold out into place. It wasn't bulky by any means, and in fact the plates kept rather close to her skin as they closed over her face. They covered her eyes, even, though those sections looked different, lined with a blue light that indicated a deeper technical inner-working. The last piece to fall into place was a long piece that slide over the center of her face and rounded over her head, clicking still at the base of her chin. At the center of this piece was a single red lens, which gave off a faint but constant light just around it. 

She looked more like a machine when she passed Varus into the ship. Setting her bag aside, she took her seat, and then focused her seemingly sightless gaze forward, rifle in hand. Though the helmet had a fully functional communications system within it, it was unlikely she'd say more than a handful of words, she rarely did on missions. What did she have to talk to anyone about? Aside from a barked order, or a call-out, there was no point. At least not in her mind.