"Yes, sir," Wylie responded to the captain's orders, though her fingers had already been on the proper buttons before he'd even had to say anything. Though she would've been prompt to follow anyway, the fact that Eden was her friend didn't hurt to expediate the process of trying to locate their missing crew. It wasn't the most expected companionship -- Wylie and Eden were completely different women in temperment and personality, but they'd served together on the same bridge almost every day for the last three years, and that definitely helped form a bond between officers, especially given that they were now like veterans on board. She wasn't feeling particularly patient while waiting for the shuttle's scanners to get a reading, and when nothing came up on the screen, she nearly slammed her hand down on the console. Of course, the fact that Ruhka would yell at her later for it (if there was a later; she was beginning to have her doubts about this secondary mission) kept her from taking any of her frustration out on the cockpit.
Wylie's voice was more composed than she felt, "No luck. Still not getting anything." Even trying to push the scanners to their widest range wasn't working out. In fact, she didn't seem to be getting any readings, at all. But there was definitely a village less than five miles away from their location, down the riverbanks. She had seen the thatched roof structures as they were flying by, though presumably the people were indoors due to the weather. They wouldn't have just disappeared. Wylie frowned, pressing a few more buttons, but to no avail. "Sir, I'm really not getting anything, at all. I can try running a diagnostic and see if it's something to do with the system itself, but that's going to take more time than we have to sit around and wait." She wasn't a computer technician by any means, but she had a distinct feeling that the problem didn't exist with the shuttle so much as the planet itself. That theory did match up with the fact that they hadn't gotten much data from the first away team to begin with, and the interference that occurred with the transporter systems.
"I'd like to suggest getting out of the shuttle, maybe try to get another bio-scan reading with a tricorder, in case it is a problem with the shuttle?" It was doubtful, but worth a shot, even though she was sure he'd probably already thought about it. Either way, Wylie was starting to feel fidgety and wanted to get out of her seat sooner rather than later. They were useless out here.