Jennifer had milled about after things calmed down inside the town hall. She was wary of 'Jane' but couldn't sleep either, so she was on guard duty near the door the entire time Kilo was resting. She dug out an MRE and ate it, her pulse rifle straddled across her lap the entire time and her motion tracker sitting between her legs, aimed at the door and within view of the vent. If anything tried to get in that way, she'd hopefully know about it, but today had been a day of firsts for the young Corpsman and she, honestly, wasn't sure what to expect next. Probably something big... horror movies, which this sort of felt like, it started small and then it got big. Big motherfuckers were, in her opinion, better than small motherfuckers. The big ones were, well, big and slow. Kind of like Rome, Jennifer chuckled to herself. But the small bastards could hit you from anywhere, big things were easier to kill.<br/><br/>As the period of rest moved on, Jennifer actually found herself becoming more and more focused, awake and attentive. She could hear the creatures shrieking and moving, but strangely she mostly heard Rome breathing. Someone was also snoring in the back, she assumed it might be Senjo. But, then again, andriods didn't need to breath.<em>Your losing it...</em>Jennifer thought to herself, discarding her MRE bag on the floor next to her and picking up her rifle again. The sleek, personalized camouflage on the weapon made it harder to see than Jennifer herself. Although she'd modified it years ago, before she was the platoon corpsman, Jennifer took pride in her weapons sleeker and much smaller appearance compared to the standard rifles her comrades used. Officially Marines weren't supposed to have modified weapons, especially those which touched on performance, but Jennifer had clearly shown her regimental commander her rifle suited her needs well enough. It had approximately the same accuracy at range as the standard M41A1, obviously less because of the shortened barrel, but it was much more compact and allowed Jennifer to carry more supplies for her bag and still not be hampered when she needed to move.<br/><br/>She mused these things and of course her new enemy until the platoon was starting to get up. Jennifer took a drink of water and checked over her weapons and gear, focusing on her rifle and medical bag, not much else though. She coughed and took another drink of water, the activities of yesterday had left her tired last night, but she was more awake now than before, surprisingly, without sleep. As Rome smacked her on the shoulder, she reached up and tapped him on the helmet, literally almost having to get up on her toes to do so. With the contact from second squad, Jennifer almost let out a sigh of relief, but knew that the job wasn't going to be done. It wouldn't, because nothing would ever go according to plan. They'd get to the dropship, and then some flying black bugs would show up and kill the ride out. But having second squad on the ground was a huge relief, she had a couple of very close friends in second squad, the toil of yesterday made her want to greet a few friends to either way, go kill some bugs.<br/><br/>Once on the move, Jennifer took her normal place near the back, using her motion tracker to keep an eye on the squads six. They backtracked and not surprisingly, the hab block didn't look any better for the night, some of the floor was melted down and Jennifer had to navigate it with caution, sticking close to the next closest person to her; she didn't know who it was. But as soon as they'd made it behind the service lock and it was closed... something approached. Jennifer at first picked up nothing, but felt the rumbling and heard the noise. She pulled her helmet up on one side to get the radio out of her ear, and could now clearly hear something approaching. She focused on her sector, still nothing on her scope, but the noise was so close, she couldn't help but turn around. Pings of motion started up all around them, Jennifer turned her motion tracker and in every direction, something was moving. Suddenly the service lock was hit, and dented out, a few more strikes pushed to the too its limit and eventually straight to the ground as a giant... something crashed through the service lock.<br/><br/>"<strong>Awh, for fuck sakes!</strong>" Jennifer groanted, dropping her motion tracker and raising her rifle as the beast howled. "<strong>Jesus christ, Rome its your twin.</strong>" Jennifer piped up, no real hint of joking in her voice but she clearly was. "<strong>Did you give him singing lessons? He sucks!</strong>"