Practically throwing herself from the seat at Tychus's command, she muttered a 'yes sir' and scrambled over to the door controls, sweet talking them into opening for her. The door hissed and complained as it opened, the heavy door creating a ramp for the Marines, Arca lining up at the very back, with only the Sergeant behind her, despite how horrible a position it was. She felt better knowing there was seven people in front of her, and one behind, who were all better shots then she was. Despite the weapon's weight, she thought it best to at least appear to anyone inside she belonged with the platoon so, shrugging off the discomfort it gave her, she unlatched the Pulse Rifle from her back and readied it, making sure not to point it at any of her squad.<br/><br/>She took a few quick breaths to slow her heart, hoping this would just be a babysitting job...