@Gathered (KatamariRoller, frightorflight, Soran_Jaymes, Jaegerfox & SSG420)<br/><br/>Marcia glanced over at McNab and, unfortunately for him, noticed the awkwardness. Now any Latina worth their weight in moxie could tell when someone was looking their way or at the very least thinking about them. Marcia had gotten a few looks from some of the soldiers when she first deployed out here with her unit, but the interested looks and cheeky whistles dwindled away just as gradually as the thought that she wouldn't be expected to do much other than logistics work. It was all relative to how close she got to the front, and by now if she got a look, it was usually a hollow one, and if she got a whistle, it was only for comedic relief- a shred of hope offered by one soldier to his adjacent comrade.<br/><br/>Thankfully for the blonde sniper, all Marcia did in response was listen to his advice and cock a small smile. It seemed friendly and genuine enough; even brought on by good humor.<br/><br/>"People dying needlessly? In war? Well, let's hope not," Marcia mumbled with mild sarcasm in her tone. She gestured towards McNab with an open palm. "You make a fair point. I was hoping to be better safe than sorry, but how safe can you be before you're sorry?" That sounded much better in her head, and the Latina hoped everyone got that instead of labeling her as a massive idiot. A quick glance at the other soldiers revealed that they didn't seem to have any objections or words to add, though, again, it was a quick glance. "Alright. That sounds good... Smaller team, smaller risk. Less support, but... less risk. If you're well and truly up for this, then I'll take you along, Private."<br/><br/>Soon a newcomer came upon the ragtag group- another woman to round out the diversity quota. Marcia looked up the soldier, be she dressed in uniform or combat fatigues, and offered her a lazy wave along with a pleasant, welcoming smile. It was always good to see another woman around, though if Marcia were to be wishful, she would have wanted the woman to be Airborne. Didn't matter what gender or race; one's unit and camaraderie within said unit transcended trivial things like gender and race.<br/><br/>"Squids? What do you mean by Squids?" Surely Private McNab and Corporal Perry would know; Marcia herself was out of it on that word. She shrugged and shook her head. "Uh, well... Welcome, Coyne. What're you from?"<br/><br/>As Marcia said this, the forward OP a few meters away from their position would start to buzz with activity. At first it was subtle with some strange radio chatter here and there, but once people started to move around in there and brush shoulders with the French Colonel who had taken command, it was clear that something was going on. What that something was... Well, it didn't seem that any of the people in there knew. Grizzled soldiers or those with even an hour of real combat experience would start to feel their stomach sink as the gentle breeze wisping upon the border fell still and silent. Something bad was about to happen soon. It was only a matter of what and where.