Roxborough sat half-turned in her chair, one arm loped over its back, while listening to the Lt. Colonel inform them of the known situation. She's only clad in BDU's and boots of course, her appearance relaxed and outwardly untouched by the news that she and her fellow squad members were about to drop down into a combat zone of unknown nature. But she was full of activity on the inside; relief mixing with wariness over finding the months long inactivity coming to an end at last.<br/><br/>She did raise an eyebrow at the contents of the recording, though it was hard to tell what she really felt about it. Turning her head she looked over at the other marines, gauging for reactions while thinking over the situation. When the Lt. Colonel queried for questions, she raised her hand and waited for confirmation before speaking up:<br/><br/>"<em>How long since the situation began? Was there a marine detachment on site, and if so, how big? Other than us in this room, how will the force be made up? APC's? Dropships? What sort of backup do we have?</em>"