Jennifer squinted at the Lt. Colonel as he glanced at the Yutani-rep after saying 'at any cost', with slight hesitation. She ran her tongue across her top teeth in thought, as the Lt. Colonel and the Yutani woman left, Jennifer stood up and saluted as the man exited the room. Lowering her arm, Jennifer raised her TCT Datapad and added into her notes an extra air of caution, because she knew what Weyland Yutani cared about and she wasn't on that list, nor were her Marines. "<strong>Alright people, you heard the man. I want to see dirty Marines in pretty, shiny armor most yesterday. Weapons check and inspect in 2 minutes in the hangar bay, and make sure you upload a picture of Doctor Lockesly to your pads, don't want to walk right by her.</strong>" Jennifer barked out, grabbing her own hair and twisting it backward into a pony tail, tying it off with a small rubber band. She had to remember to pick up some more hair-friendly ties next time she was at the PX.<br/><br/>Jennifer quickly left the briefing room and went straight for the armory. Immediately dawning her kneepads, elbowpads and strapping on the various belts and webbings, she hauled her M3 body armor out of her locker and dropped it onto her shoulders from above her head. She fastened every strap and lock securely, before finally filling up her combat webbing with ammuniction and her gear. She checked the radio and various freqencies, as well as double checking her repair and hacking kits for functionality, finishing with the motion tracker. Finally, she pulled the M41A1 Pulse Rifle out and ran quick inspection, jabbing a magazine into the catch as the ammo counter lit up. Jennifer removed the magazine and shouldered her rifle, grabbing her helmet and slamming the locker closed, sqeezing by the roomful of Marines and making a quick walk out to the hangar and zig zagging past all of the activity finally arriving at the dropship. She did a quick double inspection of her important gear before putting her helmet on but leaving it unsecured for the moment.<br/><br/>The hangar was bustling with frantic activity and Jennifer simply waited calmly for everything to begin. She approached Lance Corporal Jackson from behind and quickly tugged at his armor and webbings, moving around to his front and inspecting his cover, his armor and leaving his weapon to his own vices; Jennifer knew how snipers felt about people touching their gear. "<strong>Stay hard Jackson, Ooh-rah</strong>" Jennifer nodded, giving the Lance Corporal a motherly tap on the side of the head, wandering back into the more open area in front of the dropship.