Riley tapped the screen of her own scanner as she looked down at her wrist that it was contained it. She listened for the male's luck before pressing and holding down a few buttons and lowering her arm to reveal a black screen where the scanner data was usually shown. Crossing her arms, the armor clanked heavily against itself as the woman said, "Whe're just a bit off course." Her bright eyes then rolled up towards the red sky, though it wasn't completely so. As she tried to make sense of the scenery, Zeke seemed to have similar thoughts to herself as he made mention to the feeling of the sun.

When he started drifting off about living on the beach, the woman's eyes snapped to him. "We have a mission ta worry about before we consider actually staying here," she said flatly as her eyes followed his motion for her to join him. She didn't join him though, she simply watched him as he continued to speak, this time back on the topic of the mission. She nodded at what he said, it wasn't as though the crash had been his fault, whatever countries had sent the co-pilots should have done a better job in their selection process.

The green haired woman accepted the canteen, making mental note of her own as she took a quick swig of water before handing it back to the male. The water sat in her mouth for a moment as she drank small gulps at a time, brow raising slightly at what he had to say about their training. Riley enjoyed hers, quite a bit, but weapons had already been her job so to learn more about the new technology they wished to send them down with and the fact they let her tamper with her own devices, well, it made it all the better. She finished gulping the last of the water that sat on her tongue as Zeke pointed out his own endangered role. Without him, they would all be stuck on this planet.

She turned her gaze away, running her tongue over her dry lips as she thought more about the situation they had been put in. With the ship scattered in pieces all over the place, they would be stuck there if they could not find another travel-worthy space vehicle. Yet, with how long they had been in space, did Earth even have the technology to create such a machine to get them back to their respective homes? A smirk crossed the woman's face and the fact that the green haired male had asked her a question seemed to be lost on her.

Moments after the male stopped speaking, they heard something in the distance. Shots were being fired. The caliber round, though powerful, was small, a pistol round. Instant Riley pulled to her front brain the list of people that carried such a weapon that came with them. She made sure to keep track of such information in case she could convince one of them to let her mess with their weapons.

As soon as Zeke took off, Riley followed. Her speed easily kept up with Zeke's, but then again, they wore the same suit. She allowed the male to make the trail for them through the mess and brush as she kept her ears peeled to the surrounding area. All seemed calm for now, but the earlier shots should have said different.

The woman stopped slightly behind the male as she eyed the male before her, Ryan, he carried with him a bag though didn't seem to show much concern over the matter that had taken place not long ago. Riley pursed her lips at the thought that he just didn't seem too concerned over having discharged his weapon. "Docta'," she said, her accent think as she fought to keep her pulse down. She didn't like the idea of a fellow solider having to fully fire his weapon and then acting if it never happened. "Would you be so kind ta tell us w'ot it was you shot?" Her gaze was dull, or rather, it was sharp and void of playful emotion as she watched the dark haired male.

Before the male could reply, Riley could hear shouting in the distance (Casmir). "We will check on that, talk while we walk," she said as she pivoted on one foot to turn away from the male, it was a very military-like turn, very controlled and smooth. Without another word, nor glance back, the green haired woman began walking away, expecting the two men to follow.