Luci's hand lowered after receiving an answer from the captain, gripping to give a 'thumbs up' in response to an answer. The mess of notes and redactions were stacking up, and irritability pervaded the room. While getting the meeting out of the way as efficiently as possible was appreciated in favor of standing around like a paperweight, the steady decline of the crew's demeanor was difficult to miss. Luci was no exception, having finally had enough through proximity and striking details except expressed by the captain in a rare fit of annoyance.

Import and efficiency was hardly a concern so early in the morning, a detail of organic life that Luci most certainly did [i]not[/i] miss. As boring as the clarity was, it had come more in hand than despised.
Being deployed as security for Masha and Rolands made the most sense, being a bit improficient at stealth or fitting into small spaces, especially with her suit. This consideration, however, brought to light a small concern in regards to what the Titchua would be willing to put up with. In spite of the bright colors sported by Luci's 'Iron Maiden', it was still understandably creepy by some standards. Though the standard frame was arguably more flexible and maneuverable, it was hardly bulletproof...though would likely be seen more favorably to appear as a person rather than a machine.
For what it was worth...

Something told Luci that asking questions about the loadout wouldn't be appreciated, like how the captain verbally complained about being asked questions. Luci couldn't help but be conflicted about Marty's choice of operations, since it was assumed that having the meeting at this time was his idea. He always looked like shit, and his dismissal of questions from the disheveled crew discredited his professionalism. Being impatient about crossing t's and dotting i's was a good way to get people killed...people who trusted his decisions.
Still, it Luci was there to do their job without such an excuse as poor self discipline, like staying up later drinking when he should be resting up before an important mission. If the mission went south, at least [i]she[/i] wouldn't hang for it.

Luci offered Joy a small wave in greeting, [color=a187be]"Good morning, Miss Joy,"[/color] while simultaneously updating the crew roster with the new entry. Maybe the morning was catching up with the synth as well, having neglected to notice the newcomer on the ship. Nawh, it was probably because of the distractions of the meeting.