Sandra had kept her head low during most of the events, this wasn't her battlefield. Tight corridors, assault rifles, this was not her specialty. Still, she had to do her part in this whether she liked it or not. So as Edmund made his approach with his grenades, Sandra took a place by his side, letting off three round bursts as the grenades bounced around. Oh how she wished she had taken a few of those when she could. The last round in the magazine exited the barrel just as the automated message blared through the intercom. It was over. Just like that. The entire ship overrun by those things and now it was going down. Sandra felt her heart sink to her stomach, as a cold feeling wrapped around her body like a freezing blanket. She wasn't even aware that she was still holding down the trigger, the assault rifle letting of a rattle of clicks, as if it was crying to be fed a new magazine.<br/><br/>Edmund's voice was what thankfully snapped her out of it. They needed to evacuate. Sandra discarded the assault rifle, it was useless to her without ammo, and pulled out her sidearm. She tapped Edmund on his shoulder and yelled over the racket<b>"I'm out! Pulling back!"</b>as she retreated back towards the corridor.  The pistol was described as a last resort, a ship going down constituted as that, right? It would be useless against the support drones, a little against the grunt, but thankfully it could take out the scouts. The interior temperature was rising, probably signalling a core overload? She was no mechanic, but that seemed the most logical explanation. She could feel her suit working overtime to keep her temperature under that of the Grey's detection level, but if the temperature kept rising like this, it would soon fail.<br/><br/>The route to the escape pods were thankfully easy to follow, though she had no experience with them. And even if they made it out, what then? The only hope they had right now, was in the possibility that the other carriers were having more luck. After all, they were much better manned, surely they could repel the breaching Grey and come pick them up. Right?<br/><br/>A vague smile played on Sandra's face as she saw Morimoto and Donovan join the squad, it was good to know that not everybody had died in the Grey assault. Though if they didn't start moving right now, they'd all be dead. Luckily, she wasn't the only one thinking this, as Asya worded the things Sandra wanted to yell. A waypoint popped up in her visor, which seemed to correspond with the indicated signs. Getting a pod shouldn't be too difficult, the carrier was already undermanned and the majority of the men and women stationed here were now dead. It was egotistical, but Sandra felt some relief in knowing that getting a pod was the least of their concerns.<b>"People, we need to move, <i>now!</i>"</b>She yelled at the others with a broken voice. If they didn't move quickly, she'd go without them if need be.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>