As she waited, Jennifer was quietly nibbling on a half empty protein paste stick in anticipation of not eating for at least a day or more, depending on the mission. Her mind wandered, and her hard scowling face gave way to a gentle but distant stare at the floor. If she weren't so all-together secure, one might think she was hard on PTSD, but this wasn't the case. She'd done many bad things, true, but she tried to avoid the morally questionable actions in her memories, instead focusing on the hostages she'd help save, the colonies she'd secured and the terrorist attacks she'd help to prevent. Jennifer has had a long career, almost 10 years, in the Marines and she still didn't look 30 yet, which was a definite bonus to keeping herself in check, physically and mentally.<br/><br/>As she slurped up the last of the protein paste, Jennifer tossed the empty tube absentmindedly out into the hangar and stepped into the drop ship proper, walking past all the seated Marines and leaning in the cockpit. "<strong>Take us down nice and slow, we're in no real rush here, lets do this by the book.</strong>" She mentioned to the pilot, turning back into the main seating area of the dropship. Jennifer stopped at each sitting Marine and checked their safety harness and seats for anything out of the ordinary. She leaned in, inappropriately close, and made sure that each member of her squad wasn't about to go flying about when the dropship ride got bumpy. Her final stop took her to the Weyland Yutani rep, and Jennifer leaned into her ear. "<strong>When we land, the dropship will veer hard and bank sharply, you might feel your stomach jump up to your throat and down to your toes, so lean forward a bit and think about the beach, helps me.</strong>" Jennifer whispered, checking the rep's harness and quickly returning to a vacant seat, next to Lewis closest to the open ramp. She sat down, secured her pulse rifle and strapped herself in like she'd done a million times, and she still had butterflies. She squinted harshly and anyone who had been late and rested her head against her seatback. She shifted her gaze from each Marine to the next, trying to judge where everyone was at. She shifted her body, wiggling side to side to find a comfortable seating position. Everyone was slammed so close together was hard to get comfortable, shoulder to shoulder in body armor with similarly clad Marines made it difficult to find that perfect spot. Jennifer couldn't even cross her legs, she was so cramped next to Lewis, not a bad thing at all, Jennifer liked to be comfortable.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright people, we've done this before. You know your jobs and you know what we're going down for.</strong>" Jennifer spoke up over the silence in the cramped compartment. "<strong>Hope for the best and prepare for the worst, I want aggression but remember, we have civilians on site and we are professionals, do not get trigger happy. If you have any last second questions, ask me on the ground, in the mean time... you all know the drill, I'm here if you need me.</strong>" the Sergeant added, inhaling and exhaling deeply and closing her eyes.<br/><br/>God, Jennifer hoped her gut was wrong.