Laura leaned forward, sheething a blade against her ankle before she pulled her pant-leg down again. "Breathe, Havok," Laura said, as she sat back up. "We are moments away from touching down and..." she reached out beyond the sounds of the engines, but it was difficult to hear if anyone was waiting for them and she certainly couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary yet. "There is nothing wrong... yet..." she finished, holstering her gun. This was what she was trained for.