"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck!" Ashleigh adopted this new mantra as soon as the ruckus had started. There were no more instructions, no more half-ass lectures about how one jumps out of a plane properly in the middle of the night. The moment she was dreading eighteen hours ago was finally here and everyone really was loving it. When the crew said that they were even an hour away, the young woman made sure that everyone was in its place probably fifty times over. Was her mask secure? Were her pockets seal properly? Is her helmet going to catch a lot of air and break her neck? Fuck.<br/><br/>Rather unexpectedly, since it was probably by accident to begin with, Anna laid a reassuring hand on Ashleigh's shoulder. It was a curious gesture, however, as the Petty Officer made nothing of it as soon as the plane had leveled. All this talk about the scientist being the mission was really starting to carry some undertones, apparently.<br/><br/>By her own request, Ashleigh's load out for this jump wasn't nearly as impressive as the others. She really didn't need to have the fancy nigh vision or displays. If it came down to defending herself against a horde of walking undead, the other three were probably already eating the dirt so there would be no point in trying to shoot each and every one of them in between the eyes. Flight is a far better option than fight, after all.<br/><br/>Trying to be more of an asset than a hindrance at this point, Ashleigh unbuckled herself from her seat to join the others by the ramp. The wind buffeted against everything in the cargo hold; their clothing flapping this way and that. "I'll follow you into the dark," she said to Anna, who only announced the order of who was jumping. Not that military folk didn't have a social life, but Ash could only dream that someone would get the reference... or at least try.<br/>