Activating the igniter before the nozzle of her incinerator unit, Roxborough disengaged the straps of her seat and leaped up to stand behind Maxwell and Jackson, one hand reaching up to hold on to the ceiling as the dropship dove towards the ground. She looked around at her fellow passengers: The grunts all seemed ready and waiting, guns up and eyes sharp. She turned her gas masked face towards the rep, wagering with herself what the woman would do once the ramp dropped. Perhaps run out into the open and start shouting orders, just to compound the squad's combined scorn?<br/><br/>Whatever. Roxborough looked ahead once more, her right hand fingering the handle of her flamer. Soon enough she'd be out of this wire and metal death trap and on the ground where her and her fellows' skills would make the difference.