Kristie looked down at the ground and scanned the parking lot. She squinted to see through her goggles as rain began to coat the front. She figured she looked kind of silly with the large goggles extending from her face, she often got a lot of playful ridicule from her fellow Marines for being the only woman in her platoon, and being so she was obviously and very much smaller than everyone in her platoon. When in line up, she was almost always surrounded by 6'2'' men and herself being only 5'5'' or so, seemed out of place. Still, her comrades always kept her going. She was never the brave one or the strong one, but Kristie was at least determined. That was what made her so nervous about going into the hospital. She didn't know for sure, but assumed everyone would look to her to be the strong, never give up and invincible Marine that everyone assumed all Marines were.<br/><br/>Infact she was more scared than Markus, Dinah or Jake. At least in her mind, though Kristie assumed that was simple self-doubt. But she knew she had to be strong enough to at least appear like she had herself under control, and with a quick smile to Markus she stood up, biting her teeth firmly together as she did so, and peeked over the side, recoiling once she got a good view of the area infront of the doors. "<strong>Alright well....</strong>" Kristie sighed, looking at Markus and nodding. "<strong>Sleep is for those who need it or can afford it, we can't do either, so might as well make the best of it.</strong>" Kristie put her M40A3 back in the small case it came in and grabbed her M16A4, walking over towards the emergency ladder and peeking down. "<strong>This will work...</strong>" She whispered to Markus over near the chairs, only a few meters away.<br/><br/>She was curious about Dinah and Jake, but figured they were either asleep or talking, and really she didn't want to risk alerting them to the plan. "<strong>Anything you want to do before we go? We have about five hours until sunrise, hopefully those things aren't nocturnal, though I have a pretty good idea about their sleeping habits, or lack there of.</strong>" Kristie sighed in defeat. Her enemy fit the profile she'd been trained to kill, they didn't sleep and feel pain, they ate but really didn't need to, they didn't drink and fear was not a factor for them. All in all, the impossible enemy.