When soldiers got sick enough to abandon posts it was hardly ever a small thing, they were either demanded to step back through their own lack of want to the Medical Bay where they seemed ill at ease or they willingly did so. In her experience she found that the ones who left their posts of their violation due to illness of any kind typically did so with good reason. In this case it was more than a simple bellyache of gas buildup or simple indigestion, which in small amounts could be worked around and would be worked around, especially by the near-perfect Neko super-soldiers that Yamatai mass produced. Due to the level of self-discipline and genetic drive, she tended to take such issues seriously, and treated the ones who had come in as such.
She had taken good time apart from everyone else when possible, though for Care that was hardly abnormal. She wasn't one to reach out for social interaction first, much to the displeasure of those who waited for her to reach out first. A curious dilemma, a need for social reliance yet a refusal to be the one to initiate it. Regardless a great many things had been on Care's mind as of late, and because today was a mission meant no difference to her demons. Rather than let her faults build up and fail her and disappoint the crew once more (they had never said such things, but that never stopped self-doubt), she had taken precautionary measures this time, and ensured, as far as her own experiences knew, that she would complete the duties she was tasked with, with diligence and focus she typically lacked.
What she had done was fairly simple for her, though she found it difficult to explain beyond a form of auto-pilot that was self aware enough to do her work, while she sat in a metaphorical drivers seat, able to influence the actions and purpose. It allowed her to talk as she was, and to do the job she had come here to do. In a simple sense she had divided her thought processes, with her emotions taking the backburner to what was seen as more important, the mission. After all, what use was a medic if everyone else had to watch after her infinitely more than the proper order of it? There was a downside, one she was reluctant to give up. It became more difficult to express emotion through her facial plates and tone of voice without restoring her own full control, giving her all the more artificial vibes that she wished to be rid of, but given the troubles of the last mission it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. The crew came first, not her, after all. She had been avoiding Mark for such a reason, as he had become adamant about assisting her when all she wanted was for things to go back to normal.
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The Aether-Sphere, interior section, dotted with an environmental terrain that seemed all too welcoming to some form of life, if not multiple. Their objective for the moment was simple, passively scan, wait for further instructions, and watch after one another. Her own gear was masterfully donned, done by the book and with mechanical precision. Though with gear meant for organic use that meant little, but she still felt compelled to take silent pride in the small things. Her head turned to serpentine member of the crew 'Abart,' who had been assigned with Care for this section of the mission.
"Your scanner is upside down." She remarked calmly after the snake spoke, taking in what he said as the synthetic woman glanced around to the others. "We're going to take a branching path from the others, to get a good coverage of information, it will increase our chances of finding out the information that can be picked up in this region." Is this what a Rank 3 SI felt like? To have a focused objective at all times without the worry of greater thought interfering? It almost felt good. She began to start her pace onward, her scanning equipment odd as she set out to find the standard flow and rhythm of the information, a large influx of information was only marginally useful if they didn't have what could be considered standard, after all. "...I'm sorry if I seem cold." She found herself saying regardless of her intention. "I've just had a hard time balancing things lately."
