Sydney ate sitting apart from the others, all Marines.  She then put the tray in the slot for whatever happened to it and slowly strolled to the briefing room.  As much as she hated seeing casualties and the pain that she<i>shared</i>with them, she knew listening to the briefing and trying to show her efforts at joining her unit were important.  Oddly, even the navy personnel gave Sydney a wide berth, due to the PGMC flash on her uniform, even though her rank insignia were all PGSN.  She would smile in a shy, but friendly way at the few who looked at her, but for the most part she was 'untouchable'.<br/><br/>At the briefing room, she sat towards the back and waited for the briefing to commence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>