<span style="color: blue">"I did say that, and by no means did I state a male specificly. Or even one frankly. Sorry, I feel a lot out of my league here and now."</span>Sydney's words and attitude still felt out of tune to Ayla, but the pilot figured that if this was how the medic dealt with her shock right now.<span style="color: green">"Careful, you'll have whole squads knocking on your door before you know it."</span>She smirked softly to herself while Sydney went and stood on her own force, relieving some of the pain in Ayla's side.<span style="color: blue">"Let me, at least look like I am doing my job." </span>Ayla felt torn still, while Sydney could use anyone to mentally support her now it was too easy for Ayla to get left behind. Even if she wasn't a close, she couldn't risk the others losing their medic because she ran back to save their injured pilot. "<span style="color: green">Thank you.</span>" She finally whispered.<span style="color: green">"My flank agrees that it's best that you do your job."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Would you like a little more pain killer? I tested high for empathic ability, just limited to pain though. Just enough to take the edge off?"</span>Ayla smirked at Sydney, before waving the medic's concerns about her pain away.<span style="color: green">"The pain tells me I'm still alive. Besides, can't risk some adverse side effect from using too much chems right now."</span>She quietly listened to Sydney talk about her beliefs and history, and pondered if the woman was afraid to be forgotten. To become yet another corpse with no one to remember her. Was this why she so readily opened herself up to the clone? Ayla couldn't really grasp at Sydney's feelings, but felt motivated to answer her anyway after she finished talking.<span style="color: green">"I don't know much about theology. Failed clones like me don't really need to integrate into society so we never really learn much about it. Just how best to do our jobs in the military. Having a normal life outside the military terrifies me more than being on an unknown battlefield like this."</span>The clone grew quiet for a moment, before quietly muttering.<span style="color: green"> "Never had a father to argue with either."</span><br/><br/>Genie's voice brought Ayla out of her quiet reverie.<b>"I have heat signatures of the shuttles and ideally that should be enough, but to double check what GIA has, who had the exact location of the closest shuttle memorized? Get up here and give me the details."</b>Ayla quickly urged Sydney to walk faster so the two could catch up with Genie.<span style="color: green">"Right here, Ma'am."</span>She managed a quick salute.<span style="color: green">"Got the co-ords off the shuttle's system, didn't get a detailed route before the EMP hit. If your AI there has the planet's diameter and such she can easily cross-check if those heat signatures are what we're looking for." </span>Ayla said, before giving Genie a set of numbers and letters, giving GIA enough time to catch them and work it out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>