<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Every one to the cargo bay, please. The Major says anyone not there within two minutes will regret it for the rest of their life.</span></span><br/><br/>"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Maria fumed, frowning in dislike on what had happened to her. She frowned at her blade, for once not liking its' presence though it had helped her out in many sticky situations. "Ow, ow, ow, ow. That wasn't fun, that wasn't fun."<br/><br/>The woman jumped, nearly slipping when she landed back down though she was wearing boots, when the speakers boom with Iffy's voice, having not heard the Major's first call of rounds when she had smacked the flat of her blade against her arm. She was too busy rubbing it and going 'owww' to pay attention to the rounds. She listened to it carefully, not wanting to miss this again and be considered a liability. She liked not having guns being shot at her, thank you very much!<br/><br/>Hearing the threat, and kind of seeing what Anne was capable off, made Maria hurry to the cargo bay. She went to where it was, entering inside it carefully as she could without knocking into things or causing any incidents. The blades were retracted, not wanting to get in trouble for possible for playing with her weapons like that. If saying hi to Lyn was bad, by golly fiddling with the weapons was even worse.<br/><br/>She simply waved when she saw Anne and Lyn in the cargo bay, somewhat unsure if she should say hello or salute or anything like that.