She took his comment as a pseudo-compliment and thought not much of it. Her breathing slowed, she was recentered. By damn Mary was glad to be almost out of this cursed ship. The Rebel thumped into place, the hum of the ship dying down. A soft acknowledgement as he laid down the next steps, waiting for him to exit.
Mary went to undo her straps, and found her hands shaking. It took her a few moments but the clasps and harness came off. Standing was a forgotten feeling. It felt like she was stuck in the seated position for ages rather than a few hours or so. The blood flow did her good however, colour returning to her face. Unsure what to do with the helmet, she unclasped it and placed it on her seat, knocking on it twice with her knuckles. Turning back she began the awkward climb out of the cockpit and to the hangar floor. Even with it just being artificial gravity in a rock station, she was glad to be on "solid" ground once more.
She took the offered hand with her own. She made no show of trying to hide the jittering it did though gave a firm shake. "Guess it is, mh? Surprised we get t'be first diplomatic whatevers, but once this data is in some form of useable data it'll get set t'you, as agreed." She stated, all business now. A breath, eyes lingering on the Xeno Commander before her. Then raised a hand, turning to find Piper and gather her up for the trip back. "Hopefully next time there's mo' drinkin' involved."
