"What do we need watered down around here?" Tylar joked as she handed Mazi the glass. It was a flippant comment, but wrapped around an important nugget of truth. Raven Squad doesn't pull their punches, literally or metaphorically. From the little tiff over music earlier to Skye's heartfelt music, the unit had a freedom of expression rarely seen in such a highly militarized environment. It was something Tylar was still getting used to, after so many years of intentionally holding herself back, tempering her personality to fit within the confines of her previous life.

That was how she thought about it. There was her civilian life, something she missed not at all, and her life with her brothers. That had its fair share of nostalgia, but more for the untimely loss than any deep happiness found there. As odd as it seemed, this was probably the highlight of her life, and Tylar tried her best to appreciate that as she poured more drinks and even tried a bite or two of new foods, chatting and laughing with her teammates as they relaxed.

Despite several drinks, her massive size and quick metabolism meant she was only very slightly tipsy when Skye announced their next job, and by the time she finished jogging back to her quarters to grab some new clothing she was starting to sober up. What the mission was didn't matter much to her - the technical details of data storage were Greek to her, and even if someone took the time to explain she wouldn't care. Maybe some of it was being a good soldier, but a lot of it was just straight up not giving a damn. Someone else much smarter and more informed than her could decide who were the good guys and the bad guys, come up with a battle plan, all that jazz. All she needed to know was how much damage she could do.

And on an op like this, it sounded like her favorite answer: [b]all of it.[/b] 

But first, skincare. Bubblegum-scented micellar water removed her previous lightweight gel moisturizer, and she replaced it with a light layer of rose hip oil followed by an intense hemp night cream that would keep her skin from getting dried out by the cold, thin mountain air. Similarly, she picked out warm thermal leggings and a skintight turtleneck athletic-style shirt, both in pure white. Her exosuit was more than capable of keeping her warm and the filter would warm the air somewhat before she breathed it, but the suit wasn't exactly comfortable and she didn't plan in lounging around in it after the job, so she packed a big puffer jacket and a pair of Uggs into a vacuum bag and shrank them down to fit in her kit.

Jogging into the armory in her cozy winter socks, Tylar takes her place next to Oliver and Laura, the last to arrive but also the quickest to prepare. Her suit isn't quite as straightforward as his, requiring a bit more wiggling and tugging to get the flexible ceramics around some of her, to put it gently, [i]less streamlined[/i] anatomical features, but not nearly so much wriggling and jiggling as Laura. Despite herself the pink-haired heavy can't help but stare a little, enthralled by the way her teammate moves. If only she had that kind of confidence in her body. Then again, if her body looked like that...

Brushing those thoughts aside, Tylar busied herself getting Thomoas ready. It was always a little tricky getting the cords plugged in, but once he was fully connected she spun up the accelerator to make sure everything was in working order. Without any rounds in it, obviously. The telltale whine of the electromagnets brought a smile to her face that she covered quickly with her helmet, stowing the railgun over her shoulder as she grabbed the rest of her kit. Though she would likely be in Thunder Configuration for the entire op, she still packed fairly light, just a small bag with lifesaving essentials, her sidearm James, and a few grenades for good measure. Oliver would be far better supplied than her for the job, but there was always the possibility of getting separated, and a few grenades could help fix that in the right circumstances.

She lingered looking at her drone for a minute, but Skye hadn't mentioned it and it sounded like most of the op would be indoors, so she just kept walking. She would have offered to help the others carry their things, but from experience she knew that they were more than capable of handling loads that would crush a smaller person. "Thirteen locked and loaded," she confirmed as she heard the others report in.

Falling into position beside the German giantess, she couldn't help but give her a concerned look at the suggestion to just aim for a person. "Have you ever actually had to do that, break your fall with a hostile?" Tylar asked, trying to sound more curious than alarmed. She did not succeed.