Samus swore quietly, but didn't waste time in argument, already in motion toward where her armor was stored. Suiting up would take time, yes, but the suit amplified her natural strength and speed--things she'd need in combat, and that wouldn't be unhelpful in an emergency loading.
Akemi takes note of the flurry of packing activity the moment she arrives. With a rolling suitcase on the ground beside her and a sizable duffel bag slung across her back, the diminuitive Asian woman looked almost comically small in comparison with her luggage. "Did I come at a bad time?" she asks casually, even as she moves toward what she can only assume is the ship. If they are packing to go, best to get her and Ukiko's things aboard--and if she installs herself before they realize she's coming along, they'll have a harder time objecting effectively.
"When is it never a bad time?" Answering the question with a question of her own, Nix stood out of the way of the flurry of people moving things to and fro. Yes, maybe she could of helped even in her pregnant state, but she felt awkward as if her help would make things go faster. Make it able that Cid would leave her sooner. It may be a bit immature of her to think that way but that was the way she felt.
"When it's a good one," comes the glib reply, over Akemi's shoulder as she makes her way into the bulky quasibago, struggling no little bit with the weight of the rolling luggage on the steps up into the cabin. She wastes no time in getting the luggage squared away, and once on the ship, she wasn't getting off again. She did move around inside, getting things secured and packed away, however--the more useful she made herself, the less her presence would be questioned.
"Point," Nix says half to herself quietly while debating with herself if she should follow the woman for curiousities sake or just leave the area altogether.
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