Gizmo had finally slept for all of what seemed like 2 hours. He sat up from his piece of the corner he had claimed and slowly clenched, then unclenched his fingers. He had a feeling they were going to need limbering up for today. Securing his computer first, he heard Rome sounding off down the ragged line of marines rising from sleep. Though he heard the sounds of slaps, he hadn’t recognized that they were getting closer. The big man, in his excitement, had pounded Gizmo’s shoulder like he was owed money. With a wince and hiss of pain, more than likely not even noticed, he rolled the shoulder back and chuckled. He was never going to get used to that.<br/><br/>As he ran through a mental check of what he needed, he lifted his shotgun and ran an ammo check. After he replenished the shells fired against the…dickheads…he then gently placed the shotgun on his lap. Many of the other marines had snazzy nicknames for their weapons. He had just etched out a small equation on his gun that stated<em><strong>F=ma</strong></em>. Of course to him, the “m” in question would always be Marines, and the "a" ammunition! It was his small way of showing that despite not making the very best Marine, he was still here, and that meant something. His thumb absently traced the rough grooves of his etching, taking in the feeling of the surface against his skin as he looked at the others getting prepped. His eyes fell on Senjo for the briefest of moments, before he moved his eyes elsewhere.<br/><br/>He’d been trying to figure…her…out.  Mimicking human responses and characteristics were all well and good. They helped her assimilate more into the group, and probably freaked people out less. But what was with that outburst during the firefight? Did anyone notice? It was anger, and on top of that, downright real anger. She had filled that thing on Zippo full of rounds before that it died. Definitely not like a Synthetic to do that. Not in his experience at least. Maybe it was something new they were doing to their emotional logarithms. He could spend a lifetime trying to understand and still not know, but he would start keeping tabs of outbursts like that. If only to make sure she wasn’t going faulty on them.<br/>