Edmund nodded his head in agreement with Sandra, "<span style="color: red">Yeah, they've got me on edge as well. This whole area is completely uncharted so it shouldn't come as much of a surprise there isn't any reports of Grey activity. Even our best long range sensors usually don't pick up anything short of invasion fleets before they arrive in-system, so if there isn't anything more than mining facilities it's highly unlikely they'd pick up anything.</span>" His tone of voice was calm and analytical, a tinge of darkness  in his voice making it obvious this was something he had dwelt on extensively. The thoughts of what they could be getting into by going through uncharted systems constantly clouded his mind since they set out to reinforce the 25th.  He then cleared his mind and patted Sandra on the shoulder, his tone of voice changing to be more optimistic, "<span style="color: red">Just hope for the best, there's enough systems out there that we can probably safely assume there aren't Greys around here.</span>"<br/><br/>When she asked if Edmund knew her role on the battlefield he gave a small laugh, "<span style="color: red">I'm no fresh recruit. I assume, being a recon unit armed with a sniper rifle, you would primarily be for scouting, fire support and taking down high priority targets, am I correct? Or is there some other function of yours that I should be made aware of? Your papers weren't exactly very thorough on much, I can only assume because your transfer was so last minute.</span>" Edmund took another moment to eye her again, this time a bit more thoroughly. He wasn't really looking at her body so much as trying to figure out if there was some feature about her that would allow her to be more suited to a specific role on the battlefield. Of course her body was difficult to miss, considering he was staring at it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>