All Naryxa needed to hear was that there were researchers under heavy fire and needed assistance. She wasn't going to let them down. The Asari had spent decades of her life working with scientists and researchers - heck, if any of those in trouble were human then she could bet that she had more experience in the labs than them. She always felt at home in a lab. This attack felt personal to her, but still she tried to let that anger roll off her back like water. Pretty hard to do considering the foul mood the exercise had put her in. 

She was a calm person under pressure and in intense situations. She practiced mindfulness, patience, and meditation. She was cool, calm, and collected - but to see those who were to be her teammates doing exactly what she thought they would - it was both validation that she was right, and something that angered her. She had taught even the most reckless Asari to behave better, not to mention that they were younger too, than both Kargard and Firuzeh. 

[i]People don't take things seriously until they've gotten themselves caught in the crosshairs of the enemy... And by then it's too late...[/i] she thought to herself, turning away from the party on the ride out to base. She could only hope that the Turian and Salarian were more tolerable. This kind of shit was exactly how she had lost one of her huntresses. It all felt so long ago now. Like a dream that starts to fade upon waking. 

[i]What am I doing here?[/i]

She tried to breathe, to calm the inner turmoil - the heat that was flushing to her cheeks - giving her a headache. She really didn't know why she was here. She did, but that reasoning was lost in the sudden fear, anger, and sadness - the confusion that follows cryosleep. Confusion, yes. They already knew each other and had spent time together and worked together and knew what made each other tick. She wondered if they knew anything about her. Probably only surface things, a handful of her achievements that she had chosen to share on her application. They didn't know what made [i]her[/i] tick. They were too busy sizing each other up to find out something fucking real about each other. 

[i]Insecurity. Of course.[/i]

Naryxa closed her eyes and took long breaths. 

She knew they were getting closer to the scene, she just felt it - like a chill across her skin, a feeling of foreboding washing over her. Any anger and confusion that she was feeling mere seconds ago rinsed and was replaced with the early signs of adrenalin. It was time to focus. If she couldn't communicate it in words to the team - she was damn well going to show them what a seasoned Asari Huntress could do on the field. Maybe they would learn a thing or two about their hubris, and learn to act with a level of finesse and respect.

As her feet touched the sand - she was switched on. Assessing the surroundings, listening intently to Sabinus, continuing with her breathing exercise, the Phalanx sitting comfortably in her right hand, the fingers of her left wiggling as she prepared in her mind the rotation of biotics she was about to unleash. She made a plan to watch for the wraiths and take them out with her pistol - she knew she would be able to sense their movements with less difficulty than her party. She'd be damned if she didn't get to blast a few of those soldiers with her biotics too. She was all about paving a way for her teammates to push forward with - those with the heavy weapons would need extra cover while they took care of the big bad threats.

"I can spot the wraiths moving, and I'll keep those of you who are calling on the armoured heavies under barrier until we can push forward enough to start laying down the law" her determined voice sounded out over the comms to her team. She could only hope they would take the chain of command a lot more seriously than they had in the exercise. And by that, she pictured only the Krogan and the Human in her mind. If she had been in range of the Krogan's sights he might have seen her side eye of judgement.