[b]the previous night[/b]

Niesha smiled at the story and commented that Dorkface then was a fine name for the ferret, before excusing herself, deciding that that was enough socialization today, and that she might risk insulting Nikola if she continued any further. She retreated to her bed, and gathered her bow and arrows. 

She rigged up a target, not wanting to damage the ship with any arrow, she wasn't particularly worried about strays. It had been a long time since she had missed her target. 

She shot arrows for a few hours, before retreating to bed. There were times when Niesha felt extremely Lonely, and now was one of those times. She sighed to herself, wondering if she should hunt someone up, or if she should have asked Nikola if ferrets were a high maintenance pet. She cleaned herself up, before falling asleep. 

[b]the morning-present time[/b]

Niesha woke early, as was her habit. She rarely slept long in any case. It was, she suspected, due to the years she had been imprisoned, and on the street. So it was that she was awake when the announcement to go to the cafeteria was made. She trudged there, and claimed a seat, looking up at the announcement:

She went pale when her name was called for the ground team. She told herself it meant that her skills were recognized, but Niesha was terrified. She stared at her hands for a moment, before swallowing, and rising. She trudged to the armory, she stopped to get her bow and quiver. She closed her eyes, taking three deep breaths before continuing on. 

She noticed Nikola hurrying off somewhere, Dorkface on his shoulder looking frightened and put out, clearly wondering what Nikola was doing why he was off in such a hurry. It made Niesha feel better and she smiled, continuing on her way. It didn't take her long to find the Armor that she wanted; going for light rather then heavy, she also chose gloves that would protect her hands, but allow her free movement. Her modified hand might be stronger then her non modified hand, but that didn't mean it still couldn't be damaged.

Besides, wearing one glove was just foolish.

She took another deep breath, and moved out the armory. She had many doubts about herself. Like would she be able to kill someone? She didn't know. But she knew she couldn't allow herself to let the captain, and the crew down. It just wasn't possible. She slung her bow over one shoulder when it was strung up, and the quiver over the other, after testing the feel of the gloves and that it wouldn't hinder her ability to shoot. 

She headed to meet up, ready for the drop.