"<span style="color: Magenta">This'll sting a little, but I'm sure you can handle it.</span>" Jeanette heard as her eyes focused through the goggles after the fellow soldier had been slapping her face lightly to wake her up. She recalled a banging on the cockpit from the outside but it had passed as quickly as it had come. Jeanette hissed through clenched teeth at the disinfectant pressing against a very minor and small scalp wound, one that would stop bleeding by itself in a few minutes anyways, "<span style="color: Magenta">Hold that there</span>"<br/><br/>She held the bandage to her head and waved the medic off as she tried to bandage her head, lifting her feet after catching her breath and giving a rather rough mule kick to the console that was still invading her space some, smashing it and giving her room to stand. Using the bandage that she was given, she wiped her forehead of sweat and pulled her goggles off of her eyes, tugging her breathing mask down and letting it hang loosely around her neck.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Thanks doc, I'll call you in the morning.</span>" Jeanette spoke in her usual joking tone as she grabbed her lancer from beside the seat she was just in, thanking her luck that the weapon was untouched by the crash for the most part. Stepping around the two in the cockpit, she headed through the passageway that lead to the passengers' area and exited the chopper, jumping down a bit to the part of the floor that wasn't decimated by the flying machine's crash. Looking to her weapon, she pulled the breach open with the lever and inspected the bullets loaded in to it briefly before she decided it would be fine and she pulled the handle down on the left side of the weapon and squeezed the ignition for the bayonet. The chainsaw attached to the weapon roared to life and she listened to it for a minute before she decided it was in working condition as far as she could tell.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Mmm, love you too baby.</span>" She spoke as she let the bayonet come to a rest and she jogged around the wreckage of the chopper, holding her weapon in both hands as she made her way over to the Sergeant, "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">I'm here Sarge.</span>"<br/><br/>Looking him over as she came to his side and kneeling down, glancing him over and while she was no medic, she knew that the red stuff was supposed to stay on the inside and he was losing quite a bit of it. Clearing her throat, she put a finger to her ear,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Hey Doc, unless you think we can help the sergeant by sucking his dick you might wanna get over here.</span>" She spoke briefly in to the radio, referring to herself and Andrea before she stood up and looked around herself. For a moment she swore something was moving in a building she could see through the wreckage. Squinting to get a better look at it, she shrugged it off and looked around herself for an advantageous position to counter attack the inevitable Locust inspection of the wreckage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>