Sandra watched the dead marine being thrown out of the shuttle feeling detached. Whoever that was, he should be proud, even after death he was still serving. This was a war, sure, the enemy had changed, but it was still a war and in a war sacrifices were meant to be made. That wasnt saying she enjoyed what was done, being torn apart by a Grey was at least clean, being eaten... It was probably best that the marine's family never knew of this. Records would probably say he died heroically defending the ship till the last second.<br/><br/>She gave Krixus a pat on the shoulder<b>"Time to move out, watch your step and I'll try to keep you from being eaten."</b>She said semi-jokingly, obviously she couldn't make such a promise. Helping Krixus out of the shuttle, she felt her right hip flare up with every move. Thankfully it wasn't broken, but she was sure that there'd be a large bruise waiting there. She followed the rest of the squad as fast as she dared to go, with her arm still around her half blind partner's shoulder.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but catch wind of the conversation in front of her. Sydney, if she remembered correctly, and... Hmm, she couldn't quite remember the other woman's name, or if she'd even seen her before. Worries for later. Sandra wasn't religious herself, didn't believe in anything for that matter. A side effect of being raised by scientists she supposed. The idea that there was some kind of omnipotent being watching them and guiding them seemed preposterous to her, if that being was so powerful, why weren't all races living in perfect harmony? Why was there death? Why was there war? If there was a god somewhere up there, he surely wasn't on their side. It was something she wasn't very open about, religion was obviously a big thing in the army. It was comforting to know that maybe, after you died, there was a heaven waiting for you. And Sandra just wasn't a big enough bitch to break someone's spirit by saying such things might not even exist.<br/><br/><b>"So eeuhm... Krixus, how long have you been serving?"</b>She whispered, figuring it was probably a good idea to keep their voices down, in case more of those bugs were around.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>