Jennifer was content to believe anything about her assignments, whatever the Corps told her to do she was happy to comply. Her stations before this had always been so... unwanted, but she was so used to them that everything on this ship seemed foreign despite how often she was deployed in one. The scene at the chow line was unfamiliar, but made her laugh out loud just the same. The synthetic had something going for... it. Her, Jennifer couldn't get used to the fact that underneath the skin Senjo was mechanical, perfect in every conceivable way apart from her. Squishy and fragile were Jennifer's insides, and yet Senjo was twice as strong, twice as smart and twice as fast despite not at all looking like a killing machine. All in all, Jennifer was happy to have her.<br/><br/>As she finished a cup of coffee and her tray lay empty if dirty, Jennifer leaned forward on the table and looked down the line of tables. Gizmo reminded Jennifer of a Corporal from her old unit in 1/1 Sol, light hearted, pretty easy going and easy to know. She liked him for what he did, even if he were a little too smart for her personal liking, he was a generally all around nice guy. Rome, on the other hand, was a guy who reminded her a lot of an old classic action hero, very... affectionate to women but good at his job. She liked him well enough, he was a fellow Marine and was dutiful when the job was at hand, othertimes she was annoyed albeit entertained by him.<br/><br/>She couldn't see the Lieutenant, but knew hew as likely being briefed. Jennifer didn't know him very well, only that he was a pretty infamous officer in the latrine rumors for his conduct and the fact a lot of other officers Jennifer knew didn't like him. Some of the more stuck up, bench jockey officers Jennifer had unfortunately run into hated the guy, and so she liked him by reputation alone already. Otherwise, he seemed chummy towards the squad which put her at least on ease that he wasn't a complete asshole, some stuck up OCS grad looking for a free ticket to college, with her life being a slight inconveinience to his personal progress. The only member she didn't know more than the Lieutenant was Yui, aka Zippo, the youngest of the bunch and an overall mystery to Jennifer. There were rumors her daddy was an officer and pulled strings, but she appeared capable if way to young to be here. Jennifer probably sympathized with her the most, the terrible memories of Xion-XM104, an anti-pirate operation just outside the reaches of Sol that Jennifer had been part of when she was just 18 and fresh, green as a leaf, threw her the most nightmares out of all her personal hells. Over a thousand civilians had died, three times that in pirates and nearly 200 Marines had been killed, a thousand or more wounded. A once green, relatively peaceful if crime parched colonial farming waypoint had been turned into a muddy, death ridden hell that was so stained with death and horror, no one wanted to recolonize it, most of the green farm fields being reduced to crater ridden, tank and dropship carcas ridden muddy wastelands. Being 18 and naive, Jennifer had never experienced torment equal to those memories. Yui being called Zippo was well earned however, Jennifer hated the flamerthrower but Zippo handled it like Senjo did long words. Way to damn well.<br/><br/>A loud, awkward scraping noise caught Jennifer's attention, and she looked over at Corporal Morden, known as Reaper so she was aware. She didn't know him well, probably because he put her off with that look. He looked like she had after Xion, dead inside. Tired of everything, dead of all emotion. She'd grown since then, maybe he had gone through the same thing. Hell, for all she knew he was on XM104, she didn't know where anyone here had been stationed before if they had even been transfered, or what. She respected him for that though, she could understand the feeling he seemed to display, if for no other reason then she was exactly like him a few years ago.<br/><br/>The final member of the team for Jennifer to think of was Master Sergeant O'Shay. Like any other senior NCO he commanded respect in many aspects, each of which Jennifer was willing to respect him in. The only thing she was uneasy about was how much he reminded her of her father, the same intensity and the same aura of command that she both hated and felt safe around in her youth. Now, she couldn't get that idea out of her head, how much he was similar to her father, they seemed one in the same. Even the same way of both praising the Corps and berating his troops in the same sentence.<br/><br/>The Master Sergeant's words struck as she poked her fork into the empty tray in a daydream, she stood up and grabbed the tray, walking it towards a dispenser and shoving it in. The machine rumbled quietly as Jennifer reached into her pocket and produced a small band. She used it to tie her blonde hair into a firm pony tail, rolling her neck until it cracked. The only true friend she had was sitting in a locker, unloaded and feeling unloved.