“That’s quite alright. I think you’ll be able to scan what you need using existing Rothian tech in the lab. We’ll just send you a template of the file for you to fill for each member.” Freyr explained. “I suspect we’ll be fine with the amount of harnesses we currently have in stock, but thank you anyway, Nirann. If you’ll excuse me, I need to check up on my team.” She smiled politely and turned away. 

595 peeled off with her. “I’ll liaise with the captain and muster the troops; make sure we have all the gear we need for the expedition here on the ship.” The agent updated. “Good idea, buzz me if you have questions.” Freyr replied, cold as ice. 595 gave her a quizzical look, before they separated to go to their separate consoles.