Pfc. Veronica Maxwell observed her superiors quietly as her questions were answered among with the rest of the inquiries by her squad. Her eyes remained glued to the screen until the tall male excused them. A small surge of suspicion came over her as she watched the female doctor walk off before she quickly rose and saluted, remaining stiffly in position until the two vacated the room. When Jennifer turned to them and barked those orders however, Veronica once more saluted as she briskly replied. "Yes ma'am!" The synthetic only relaxed after her superior left, releasing a heavy sigh before following the marines to the armory.<br/><br/>As everyone began putting on their respective gear, she too began to fasten the armored vest onto her body. She slipped on various belts, stuffing her handgun into her hip holster while sliding her non-standard knives into their respective sheaths. Finally she took a hold of the quite large M56 Smart Gun, one which only possessed a strap to slide it onto her body rather than the vest that normally accompanied such a weapon; being a synthetic, she was able to hold the bulky weapon easily.<br/><br/>While Veronica checked her weapons and went about arming herself with considerable ammo, she couldn't help but examine her teammates. Some appeared very excited over the whole ordeal, while others seemed stressed. As usual, her cheeks did redden slightly at that playful wink from Lisa, one of the very few marines that seemed to actually be friendly with her. A small smile came to Veronica's lips in return, though she did note the slight unease in the female marine, which she didn't understand what it was regarding.<br/><br/>Veronica wasn't the last to arrive at the hanger where her teammates were filing up, but neither was she the first. She stopped behind those that were already there, quickly straightening and giving a salute to Jennifer. "Ready ma'am."