Alexa jumps upright like there's springs in her heels. Honestly, she should have anticipated that Vasilia wouldn't be the kind to appreciate servants that scrape and crawl. She is a commander, a captain. And while, yes, Alexa has served under those who felt an extra stripe merited licking their boots, Vasilia is better than that. Nothing but the best for the captain. Parade rest, all the way.

Even if she [i]does[/i] misunderstand, occasionally. It is not a heroic sacrifice, Captain. It is a one-man skirmishing mission. You eliminate the phalanx before it forms, thus making it simpler and safer for those who follow. She is simply the only one fit to perform this function, unfortunately.

But that is alright. The captain has a plan, she is sure. One which requires them to tear a tunnel of destruction through an untamed wood, provoking uncounted numbers of nasties, and painting a line directly to their landing craft once all is said and done. She just needs to brace, one hand against the console and two suctioned against the wall, as requested. 

Honestly, it's kind of a relief. No fighting sounds nice.