Angela's feet shifted of their own accord so that she was standing in the 'rest' position. She was grateful -though not for the first time- of the nearly endless practice every day during Basic Training. Following the order was second nature to her body by now. She wasn't sure she would have been able to do it on her own if it had required any thought. Between her frayed nerves that left her as tense as though she were on the front, and this strange bone-weary shock it was only her body's natural strength that kept her upright.<br/>"Yes...Tyson."  She said uncertainly, tears beginning to burn her eyes.<br/>It was a conscious effort not to say the word Sir. After the shock of what she had seen, she was forced to fall back on the ettiquette and procedures drilled into her by Basic Training.<br/>She blinked her tears away and forced herself to study Marckus. He seemed...aloof. Had something happened between the two men already?<br/>"I can walk on my own...so long as I have my weapon back." She said, trying to keep her voice steady. It was beginning to crack as she thought of her fallen friends. She hadn't even known all of them that well, but now that they were gone...<br/>Her lips pressed together and she swallowed back a whimper. What had been done to them? Were they even human now...?<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Stop it.</span>she ordered herself.<span style="font-style: italic">They talked about this in Basic Training, remember? You have to stay calm. If you panic you die.</span><br/>They weren't in any kind of conflict now, but it still applied. She had to control herself.<br/>"I...will be getting my USP 45 caliber back, right, Sir?" she asked anxiously. She needed it back.