Though the gel layer regulated her body temperature, she swore she could still feel it. She hated the cold, but admitted it was preferable to heat, heat brought so many more issues with it than the cold did. To tell the truth, Eva had fallen asleep in the hanger bay, hidden between her stored drones and her Javelin, but woke as radio chatter sped up due to the neural interface she so often made use of. Sure, technically jacking into secure channels wasn't exactly something she was supposed to be doing, and could likely be punished heavily for... but they haven't caught her yet... or they have and it simply wasn't as much of an issue as she thought it would have been. 

By the time a loader bot and it's driver were found, Eva was there as well. She moved forward at the head of her posse of drones, the little spiderlike bots scrambling around the bay working together to push the far smaller crates into place. [i]"Overseer already on site, moving final packages into place now... Captain... it might not be my place but given what I've heard I think it's best we move quickly and get our clearance, official or otherwise. I doubt whatever is rushing us is going to wait patiently for pencil pushers to give the all clear."[/i] Eva put a shoulder to the larger packages, the lower joints on her suit creaking for a moment before settling into a rhythm that let her move without pause, the Arachne drones scrambling about to click and spark their little electrical discharge at anybody in the way of their Overseer or the other loader as they worked. 

Eva felt naked, even there in her suit. All the changes made to her Javelin lightened her for sure, but left her comparatively defenseless. No weaponry easily wielded by her suit, the scrapped shield generator used for the upgraded power supply and solar array... it just left her feeling empty as she could almost feel the comfortable weight and recoil of a rifle made to size.