Corporal Roxborough nodded to her sergeant in response to the affirmation, shifting her stance as Diaz moved on. Roxborough was about as far as you could get from the back slapping "oorah" shouting grunt without leaving the marines altogether. She would probably have done better in some special operations outfit, but her options had been limited. Still, life wasn't half bad here and she only had a year left before she got out.<br/><br/>As the sergeant finished barking at them, Roxborough hustled into the dropship alongside the rest of the squad, strapping herself in with her incinerator across her lap and her shotgun hanging down between her legs. She shot a dirty glance at the Weyland-Yutani woman that had strutted aboard like a pompous kitten before them. Cali didn't need a POG in her fighting formation and she didn't want one either. What was the woman hoping to accomplish in a combat zone, anyway?