Sev grimaced, slightly peeved at the emotional 180's Fumika seemed to exhibit. Standing, and putting on the simple disguise, she checks her suit and sighs slightly, Adjusting the glasses to be more comfortable.
Looking up towards Eva, her slight grimace indicates her opinion on the masquerade, wanting to get out of the ship for a few reasons- among them both removing the stupid disguise eventually, and the excitement of a planet's surface awaiting her.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
