It was like no landing she'd ever endured before, at least in the details. The procedure was the same, though familiarity was a mixed bag of comforts when it could also be said it reminded her more of a crash drill than an actual reception. At least the plane started shaking first. Her fist tensed to whitening around the strap of her duffel, though Mule kept her gaze as steely as circumstances permitted and planted firmly on the checked pattern of the metal floor. Only that last jump, as the cargo loads whined slightly in their restraints and shifted heavily under the final jolt did her head come up, taking a quick set of looks around the cabin to make sure it was in one piece, and again as they began to descend. She couldn't join the others in commenting on just how bad the ride in had been, if only for the low feeling that her voice would have come out rather weakly after all the excitement at the very end of the ride.

But it was over. The harness and mask clicked off, her bags both came up in her arms, and Mule was making her way down the ramp as soon as the operator to her in-side had successfully stood out of retention and started the walk down the ramp. Her first few steps were unsteady after so long bolted to the side of the angry aircraft. Part of her wondered how much if at all she was going to notice the unsteadiness of the flying ground beneath her feet. The initial impression was quite pleasing, stepping into the organized chaos outside as workers continued to strip the plane behind them of every valuable it had carried with it. If you didn't account for the staggering difference in scale, budget, and altitude it ran like any bustling aerodrome should have. 

Mule joined the cluster of operators steadily growing around their greeter, holding her prolonged silence as most people took on her offer of breakfast. It was a subtly sobering thought to know that most of her colleagues had set out on the journey from far enough away that breakfast this morning hadn't been an available option. That was far braver than she was, she reflected with a small smile.

After Strix was done with her question, she joined by throwing one of her own at Diver. "Good morning, Diver. Can't say no to some coffee! But, if you don't mind me asking, what manner of simulation are we running off to?" A completely different waver took hold of her voice once she was off of radio discipline. "If our things are needed I suppose I can at least suit up while we're doing food."