Following the troops that made their way past the hissing space port, Tahlia whispered in a squeak to her nearest comrade. 
"Need orders! Just sitting around makes lazy grunt." She jokingly poked her scaled stomach, smiling beneath her mask as she went on in her quiet tones.
"Make fat grunt. Me gotta watch weight." But instead of watching her body for imperfections, as if there were any, Tahlia kept her eyes ahead and behind the area surrounding them. It wouldn't do for a solider to be slacking off. Especially in a special mission like this. She looked over her plasma pistol as well, staring at the glowing point for a few odd moments, before returning her gaze to it's original point. Watching for any suspicious behavior.