<div class="floatleft">(http://i1113.photobucket.com/albums/k512/MissF1R3/Whiskey8_zpsz85rs9nq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Sauer, Assault<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With a little coffee in her system, Sarah had perked up a bit. She didn't feel like walking death, at least. That was good enough. What had come out of Barnes' mouth had the German listening intently. Her expression went from intrigued, to genuine amazement, and then straight to a razor-sharp, wicked smile. It was easy to see the wheels in her head turning. Where most in the room were no doubt contemplating no longer being alone in the universe and humanity's chances against some unknown threat that seemed ripe to wipe us all out, Sarah was undoubtedly thinking about what it might be like to fight one of the things. She looked over at the person nearest her and said,<strong>"Ich frage mich was es sein wird wie einer von denen zu töten. Haben sie bluten? Haben sie schreien? Lass es uns herausfinden."</strong>And then sipped her coffee. She didn't seem to care if the person next to her spoke German or not.<br/><br/>PDA's were passed out and Sarah frowned at it. This was not her kind of tech. Shell casings, receivers, ejection ports, sights, and muzzles. That was her speed. This. This was.. she wanted to kill it, somehow. Sarah jabbed at it with her thumb a few times, trying to get it to scroll or display something else while maintaining her grip on her coffee with her other hand. It wasn't working, so she crammed the device back in her pocket.<strong>"Bah. Ein spielzeug für ein kind. Ich bin ein SOLDAT, kein technikfreak."</strong>This was not her forte. Survival in harsh climates, urban combat, assault; that was her wheelhouse. She was a wild dog that just needed to be turned loose on something.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>[I wonder what it will be like to kill one of those. Do they bleed? Do they scream? Let's find out.]</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>[Bah. A toy for a child. I am a SOLDIER, not a techie.]</em></span>