Maria felt a mixture of both relief and concern flood through her. Certainly, she was pretty glad how well this whole "stay silent" thing was going. She had managed to escape the notice of most of her fellow squadmates, as well as the living hurricane known as Feng. However, if this pattern continued onto a battlefield, and in a firefight, as the Captain had so offhandedly mentioned, Maria was growing ever-the-more concerned for her prospects of survival. But despite her initial trepidation, watching the Sergeant chew out anyone who crossed his path, she couldn't help but feel a small sense of warmth, in her tiny corner of anonymity.

Mentally backtracking, Maria began to idly wonder exactly they were supposed to DO. Her initial concern about being in a firefight wasn't exactly the most realistic of fears, mostly because the chances of them getting in a firefight with a bunch of aliens were hovering at about zero percent. Even escorting a bunch of scientists around, trying to find aliens, was bound to become less hilarious after a while.

She snapped back to reality as the Captain primly made his way out of the room for his meeting with... Who, or what, ever. Thinking in the physical plane once again, Maria strolled inoffensively towards the haphazard groups of bags that were recently delivered into the room. Scooping up her duffel bag under her arm, Maria quickly picked her way back to her bunk, making sure that she didn't elbow any of the various soldiers trying to get their mitts on their own supplies. She stuffed the bag under her bunk, yet another advantage to being on the bottom, and made the quiet choice to rifle through the contents later. She then left the room in order to hop on over to the armory. Hopefully, Maria would manage to beat the throng, and end up back in Echo quarters to pick through the PDA at her leisure, while the rest of the soldiers were jostling for their guns.