Awkwardly, Jennifer lowered her weapon and eased down her stance, her M41A1 still held up a the ready near her chest and pressed firmly into her shoulder. She was prepared to fight, if necessary, to defend her squad from the intruders, some corporate bitch with fancy color-blend camouflage technology. Jennifer backed away from the scene bound to unfold, stepping around Rome and sitting on the opposite side of the room, her weapon still up and ready as she looked down to her motion tracker. Reading the display, and seeing very little movement on it, nothing aside from the commotions brewing up in the crowd near her, Jennifer kept her eyes on the trackers screen, sweeping it from side to side slowly, hoping to not catch a single thing.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind, Jennifer was probing the possibility of the given story by the security woman from the Company, and the implications it meant for Kilo's mission. This was a wrench in the cogs they did not need, shifty corporate rent-a-cops going around interfering with a military mission, a military mission destined to be thrown to the gutter, given that it was likely all the colonists were dead or worse. If anything were worse than the current situation, Jennifer would love to be there and see it. Things got complicated quick, that was a given fact associated with combat missions, the situation could get out of control in seconds and most people would be left wondering what had happened.<br/><br/>But Kilo platoon was a Marine platoon, not some shit-canned backwards outfit of militia members thinking they were elite. Bravado begone, Jennifer knew that units typical of Kilo were the best to be found, and that fact alone had her questioning why everyone was sitting around and moaning about recent events, instead of either doing away with the new problem, or ignoring the hell out of it, completing the mission and going home. The colonists were likely dead, Kilo should search around a bit more maybe, get some concrete intelligence to support that theory, but that was the extent of their operations here.<br/><br/>Continuing the scan with her tracker, Jennifer looked up as the Lt and Senjo were talking, and not one to listen in, she went back to her tracker, bringing her feet up off the floor and leaning back against the wall, her hand still holding the trigger grip of her rifle, her index finger lovingly stroking the trigger guard as she frequently glanced up at the intruder, making no attempt to hide her displeasure nor her distrust, but obviously not openly hostile. The woman was obviously more than a security guard, Jennifer had met some Company security guards and most of them were none-too-bright, and the rest were Military washouts who couldn't hack it in an environment of top key professionals. If something was going to go down with this woman, Jennifer guessed, it was going to happen soon. If it came to that, Jennifer was ready, but above all else she wanted to do the job and get the hell out of dodge.