<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><u>Sabine van Laren</u></span>​</div>Breathing a sigh of relief that the scout was doing a little better as the ragnaid went to work, Sabine was startled when Saski suddenly chided her, giving a little jump. Tight as her uniform might be, that career-ending bust still bounced within its clothy confines as Sabine jolted upright. The former ballerina soon unslung her rifle once again and moved to support Saski, listening to what her comrade had to say...<br/><br/>And then came in the report about a tank. Sabine's eyes went wide. They had brought in an actual tank?! She scooted a little closer to Saski, murmuring, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">W-where did they say the tank was?</span></b>" She pursed her lips, looking cautiously around for the enemy as she waited to hear the squad's plan of action.