Arca went to a monitor near Danko's station and started surveying the area around the APC, putting headphones on to listen. After a few tentative seconds, she put the headphones down and looking inwardly. "Uh... sir...?" She started, looking back to the screen. "Where are all the birds? And all the animals? I'm not even getting so much as a chirp from anything alive." She paused, and started to speculate.<br/><br/>"Honestly, sir, the people here didn't just pack up and leave, and I don't think they're planning a surprise party for us. Whatever happened here, wasn't friendly." She thought for a moment. "Sir, if you'd allow me to take a look at one of their security monitors in the Security Office, I could try to crack the tapes and we can see exactly what happened the the people..." She felt her stomach grumble as a feeling of discontent washed over her. This mission was going to be everything except 'run of the mill'.<br/><br/>She was filled with an equally strong feeling of the need to feel like she was a needed member of the squad. She was frail, yes, she was about as accurate with the Pulse Rifle as you can be and still pass, and she wasn't the most calm member of the team, but she had her strengths, and she wanted to flex those strengths for a bit, if for no other reason then to feel as important (Or, for that matter, as pretty) as Riska.<br/><br/>"That... uh... is of course if you'd allow it... sir."