<strong>Sarah Kerrigan</strong><br/><br/>Sarah frowned as she lifted her glasses to the top of her head. She glanced up at the speaker in her office. As soon as the words training exercise filtered into her head she glanced at her hand. Her right hand was shaking, the cup of coffee in it, shaking enough to spill over the edge of the mug. Setting the cup down she dropped into her chair, her eyes closing as she pressed her hands together and brought them to her lips. It wasn't a training mission but she'd been shakey and jumpy ever since she'd been shot. And she often found herself freezing up because of it,<br/><br/>Sarah sighed, pulling her knees to her chest as she began to breathe slowly, trying to send herself into a trance to block the memory of it all from coming back to the surface of her mind.<br/><br/>"I am flame, flame is light. I am fire, fire is sight... I am flame, flame is light. I am fire, fire is sight..." she chanted softly to herself.<br/><br/>Sarah had already began to become accustomed to the new suits, but wore her fatigues over it. Her heartbeat had increased but she was working to bring it back down.