[color=palegreen][h3]W-Salz[/h3][/color]

Visalz flipped the blast screens on her armor up. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it at least deflected some of the blustering waves of heat from her face. She could handle it for quite a bit, especially since she was used to Dostrex's "unique" climate, but whoever was inside probably couldn't. She always felt a little nervous looking directly after humans, since they needed be handled much differently than most of the other hardware she worked on. But she always stuck to what she was taught and it usually worked out. Perhaps the nervousness could also be attributed to the situation itself being a little off, but Visalz brushed away the thought.

"[b][color=palegreen]If they're not responding, they're definitely in trouble! I'll get the suits, you keep an eye on them.[/color][/b]" Visalz turned and made her way back to the craft. "[b][color=palegreen]Dia! The ones inside aren't saying anything. We're probably going to need the suits just in case.[/color][/b]"