"For Marcus." Tank looked like he had just been dipped in bleach. She hadn't seen him that pale in a while. "Major... I... I, think that I lost something."<br/><br/>Her brows furrowed "What?"<br/><br/>"I lost something very important to me." She shook her head "What did you lose?"<br/><br/>"I LOST MY BEACHBALL!!! ITS ABOUT THIS BIG!!"  He posed like some juiced up musclehead, flexing like he wanted to bust out of his biosuit. "IS IT... OVER THERE?! MAYBE IT WENT OVER THERE!!"<br/><br/>Before she could open her mouth to say anything, Gerad angled between them, making her take a step back. She needed to have a talk to him about personal space, apparently.  "I know their deaths hit you both hard, because it's hit me hard, too. So, please, lets not kill each other before the mission even starts, okay? You can go at each other after we kill the people responsible for the deaths of our friends, but not before. It would kinda suck to go this without backup."  Their expressions were mocking. It infuriated her. How could they mess around at a time like this?<br/><br/>A muscle in her jaw flexed as she gritted her teeth, her eyes daggers.<br/><br/>"Fuck you."  She growled at both soldiers, and stalked back around to the passenger side, slamming the door.