Vic was pissed off at being sent on a mission like this that too in the company of such pussies who claimed themselves to be 'soldiers'. Pah, more like a gathering of whiners to be precise. She was yawning and about to light up a joint which she had smuggled on board, keeping it hidden in some of her luggage when she heard the loud shout which was rather familiar to her. The sound brought a small smile on her lips and watching the way rest of the crew began to run around like madmen amused her greatly. Such goody two shoes all of them. Fucking teachers pets always trying to impress their superiors. It appalled her. Vic didn't bother to move at all as further orders could be heard from the booming voice which belonged to only one person, Kerry Paige.<br/><br/>She chuckled at the way Kerry had been ordering them around. She sure knew how to play the tough Sergeant role and at times play with people under her. She felt eyes of some of the people in the room on her and she simply threw a careless glance in their direction. It's them who were being puppets, not her..what right did they have to gawk at her like that! Fucking idiots. Especially that fail looking man, who she was going to teach a lesson or two when she would get the chance. But her attention was grabbed once again by Kerry. Vic was glad that the ship had at least one sane person on board, someone she could trust and count on to rise to the occassion if needed to. She saw Kerry walk towards her, with the pin-drop silence in the room as if everyone was expecting some sort of explosion.<br/><br/>"Deep shit which I love to be in." Vic murmured in response to Kerry's words and saw the woman sit on the bunk. She pointed towards Kerry and motioned her to move forward a little as she did the same. "What an innovative way of coming out of trouble..I could certainly get used to that." She whispered out in Kerry's ear before her lips pressed against Kerry's passionately, arms spreading over her back instinctively.