Still holding the flares, Ayla sat against the floor turned wall quietly watching the other marines prepare for whatever was outside the shuttle. Sydney was supporting her somewhat, for which she was quietly grateful even if she didn't let the medic know. Even with the blood expanders doing their job, she wasn't in the best position. It would be better for Sydney to lose a patient, rather than a friend. At least that's what Ayla quietly reasoned. She bit her lip, quietly wondering to herself if thinking about others first was something natural to being human, or something that came from her clone origin.<span style="color: green">"Aaargh! Why do I always think like that?"</span>she muttered to herself, facepalming.<br/><br/>Turning her attention away from her inner turmoil, she instead spoke up again.<span style="color: green">"Why do we have the be quiet? We can blast our way out, as long as we're fast enough to leave the crash site. A gunshot isn't going to attract anything that hasn't been attracted by us crashing here. The LT said to clear a path, we'll just fight and run."</span>She looked at Asya and Genie. "I'm going to have trouble keeping up, between the bloodloss, the adrenaline and having been awake for an entire week I'm now running on reserves, and I don't think I have many. But don't stay here and delay for my sake or we'll all likely die. If you need a grenade, I got a few left."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>