Feanulde occupied herself with going over a list of protocols, codes, and procedures in her seat, doing her best to shut out the rest of the team. Doctor Dokken was familiar with her, and was probably the one she trusted the most not to opportunistically shoot her in the back. Or the front. The rest, though? It was difficult not to think about their reasons for being here, such that she even knew them, and how most of them revolved around the desire to crush the Totality, see the Totality driven before them, et cetera, as Val'kos had just made abundantly clear. It was [i]not[/i] terribly difficult to see most of the members of this, or, well, any SPEAR team taking the opportunity to visit some impromptu justice upon a perceived agent of their hated foe, the actual extent of their wrongdoing be damned. 

Of course, the one thing able to break through her many layers of anxiety was a threat to her ego. [color=6ecff6]"The weapons won't jam, [/color] she said sharply, her accent flaring up in her irritation. [color=6ecff6]"I've conducted at least one personal inspection on each piece of MAS equipment going on this trip, unless some fool changed the manifest at the last moment."[/color] To her credit, she resisted the urge to comment on one the very few benefits of such primitive technology being a relative dearth of points of failure. The elf rose from her seat with a small twitch of her ears, and stalked after Veep, aiming to beat the Felness to their mechanized armor.