Darla was placing charges concealed around the deck, well hidden and would take a thorough search to find. With the memorial service and flight formation on the minds of most currently it meant such searches might be missed. She was continuing her assignment with reservation when she heard a voice carry weight through the stale air of the deck, her body tensing up in momentary fear, she stood still and silent as she hoped for the best. She couldn't wriggle her way out of this if seen. Darlene moved beyond a support beam and watched the largely empty center floor of the deck, looking for a shadow, a face to put to the voice.