Taking her cue to leave, she turned on her heels and followed operative Iles out. When they were passed the door, the brunette without looking at her began to talk. 

“Operative Decasta. We’ll be leaving for the veil at 0500, I’ll meet you in Docking Bay 4. If you arrive at 0501 I will have left without you, have I made myself clear?"

Without giving her any courtesy of responding, Erin watched her partner storm off. She sighed to herself. They were not official paired for more than fifteen minutes, and Erin was already starting to take a very strong dislike towards the woman. She wondered why in all that was good and holy she'd be stuck with someone like this. Surely the Illusive Man could have done and an affinity pairing. Perhaps pre-select another that had years of practice working together already. She knew almost nothing about her partner, and she honestly preferred working alone or with a small non-obtrusive support group. 

Even with all of her frustration, the Illusive Man never made a hasty call. Perhaps she had missed something that he did not. Checking the time on her omnitool, there was still time to see to her preparations and catch a wink of sleep. She strode through the compound and back to her room. There was some freedom that she possessed as a special. One of those was keeping her things in her quarters, for she barely had time to unpack when she arrived. She came to her room's scanner. She walked in.

"Well it could be worse," she said as she opened her arms locker. She took out a light weight glossy black armor with matte grey decal on the sides. Light weight plates aligned the chest, abdominal, and upper leg areas. She quickly changed into it. Snapping the last few clasps together, everything felt in place as if it were a second skin. Much of her time was spent in civilian clothing that it felt ... weird and exciting to be back in combat gear. This gear and her had seen some rough times in the past. She opened the cases that contained her weapons. She checked them. Everything was in order. "Can't be worse than the Krogan from the Ursus. Drug rings. Christ."

 Taking the armor off and storing her firearms, Erin glanced at her bedside clock. She smirked. [i]Shower's done. Everything's ready. Sleep[/i].

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It was 0454. Erin was changed into her combat armor as her things - only the bare necessities and her weapons and ammo - hung over her left shoulder. Operative Iles stood near the shuttle doors. Punctuality was something she could appreciate. Hopefully their second encounter would be less hostile. 

"Morning Operative Iles," she said. "Ready to go?"