The sudden alarm wasn't so much an alarm to Sandra as it was to the others, to her it was the warhorn of her worst fear come true and it caused her to freeze up for a few precious seconds. As her mind did a hard reset and she regained control over her motor functions, she quickly left the briefing room, but instead of running towards the armory as Edmund had ordered, she ran to her own quarters. Since she had been placed on the ship on such short notice, she hadn't even had the time yet to bring her equipment to the armory. Not that she would ever part from her rifle. Even before she had entered her room she had managed to pull her short off, not really caring if anybody saw that, although she doubted anybody would be paying attention to that right now.<br/><br/>She threw the shirt into a corner as she pulled a dufflebag onto her bed. Rummaging through her bag with one hand and using the other to quickly get her shoes and pants off, she was annoyed at how slow this was all going. Finally she stood there in her underwear as she held her suit in front of her, wasting no time and quickly pushing her feet in. She had to pull, tug and jump to get into the suit, as it clung to her shape rather tightly, but after a minute it was on and she was ready to join the others. Quickly attaching her sidearm to her side and grabbing her rifle from the table - thank whatever god out there that she had assembled it again before leaving - she quickly made her way to the armory.<br/><br/>The rifle weighed heavily on her back and she was cursing internally. Not only was she trapped in this metal coffin while Grey's were out there, if they did board, her rifle was too unwieldy to be used in these close quarters. The mere blast of the rifle would be enough to shatter their eardrums in these confined spaces. No, she'd be relaying on her trusty sidearm for the event of a boarding party.<br/><br/>Lost in that thought, she almost missed the armory. Skidding to a stop she returned and entered just as Edmund did a name call. "Sandra, reporting in!" she said, noting a few raised eyebrows from the other marines already there. Her outfit was anything but standard issue, consisting out of a rather intricate full body suit which left little to the imagination. But right now her outfit was probably the last of anyone's concern. She held the strap of her rifle tightly, her other hand resting on the butt of her pistol, strapped to her thigh. Her heart was beating fast as her anxiety was taking hold of her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>