Nyx actually went pale at the flying toolbox. She thought that the military didn't function like that, and her back crawled at the sight of it. Nyx stood stock still until she was certain that she was out of eyesight, and held her hands together to try and stop their trembling. She wiped away the bleariness from her eyes and moved to try and fix another fighter. After about thirty more minutes of dropping tools because her hands were still trembling, she stopped and decided to go hide in the vents, a quick thirty minute nap and she'd go back to work.

Nyx went into the bathroom and searched for a movable vent hatch, and when she didn't find one she curled herself into the biggest stall's corner to sleep. However, her mind just barely succumbed to sleep, still racing with the idea of being the useless one on the team. She startled awake after a short time passed, the ghost of a nightmare haunting her.

She stood and exited the bathroom, still tired but less in danger of taking a nap and went back to work on the nearest available fighter. He was probably just angry at her for calling him out on his jerk behavior. The words to defend herself died on her tongue, and she wondered how long it would be until Eiren caught wind of the incident and she ended up scrubbing toilets.