Malkan got back to the ship without much trouble despite running into a few more guards. It seemed like, without radio communications, they were at a lost as to what to do. Many were either trying to regroup elsewhere to see why communications were down while others abandoned the rooftop to find another ship that would get them off this damned planet. 

She nodded back to M as she approached the ship, steering clear of Ross and Sky. From the beginning, Ross had always creeped her out, especially her fascination with prosthetics. While she did help quite a lot with designing her fake arm, Malkan never appreciated her trying to talk her into getting more prosthetics. She briefly glanced over at the two just to assess the situation and was surprised to see Skyldig passed out, though only mildly. That girl did like to go hard at times, always pushing her limit. 

“Maybe you’ve put on a few pounds,” she responded drily to M with a smirk. Malkan was in a surprising good mood despite her initial reticence to the job; it was going smoothly so far… She cursed herself for thinking that at all. Generally, as soon as she thought a job was going well, shit tended to hit the fan. 

As she waited for Ross’s drone to finish, Malkan sat down on a crate and pulled out a few tools from her backpack to fix her arm.