<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/QFEDpSq.png)</div><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barrack main hall<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Sharpening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jin Moon, Jena Hargreave, open<br/><br/><hr/>Truly, the blade was a bit bigger than a toy-knife, but Dawn liked it, she had sticked on to it for the same reason as the rifle behind her. It had served her for many years, and it had yet to let her down. She had occasionally used a smaller knife for her work, but for the most part, if it wasn't solvable with the machete, it was most likely not solvable at all.<br/><br/>Shortly after she had started the process of keeping the blade of the machete razor sharp, she had been joined by one of the others. She had heard the woman making some remark about the lack of delivered equipment and her own gun. She lacked the discipline of a soldier, so she guessed/hoped they were in the same boat. Overall, she was hoping to get somewhat well along with everyone, but the chances were considerably larger with someone she didn't hold as much prejudice towards.<br/><br/>She heard the barber comment and just laughed a bit, holding the blade up, coding one eye, and looking at it with the blade flat in the direction of the woman's neck, judging the sharpening process. Two fingers on the blade, one on each side, and three on the shaft, tilting the blade lightly to see it rom different angles. Once she was satisfied, she put the blade aside and answered.<strong>"We'll see, maybe if you're still walking after the first mission, I'll consider it"</strong>Judging by the accent, she guessed that the woman was from the south states, though she couldn't confirm anything. Her own accent was undoubtedly Australian, a bit weird since English was her second language.<br/><br/>They seemed to be joined by some Asian kid as well, roughly around her own age it would seem, possibly a bit younger. She introduced herself as Jin something and made some remark about this place being hell that Dawn didn't fully understand. She wondered if she meant America, but she guessed she was the only one that despised anywhere it could snow. When she introduced her position as support though, she frowned a bit, picked up the machete again, and the side of the blade gently hit the top of her head. Not hard at all, just a bit disappointed.<strong>"Think for a bit. The rifle I brought with me isn't exactly a close-range weapon, I don't know what kind of games you've been playing, but I won't be jumping off buildings spinning around. I'll probably be several hundred meters away, if you're there to tend for me, you'll be several minutes away from everyone else, so if someone else needs treatment, you won't be there. Be where you supposed to be"</strong>She made her assumption based on the gameboy in the girl's hand, she wasn't especially high-tech, but she knew enough about games to know that Call of Judy Modern whatever-the-fuck-its-called was a pretty inaccurate description of how wars were fought. She put the machete back and pulled out a pack of 9mm rounds and started to casually load them into an 18-round magazine for a MP-443 handgun.