<em>Marcus just continued to grin as she replied, amusement evident in his expression. “Work for it?” He replied in a light mocking tone. “I don’t know about that. I have this feeling what I want will end up falling right onto my lap.”</em><br/><br/>Danko cocked one eyebrow and smirked back at him.  “Good to know you<em>want </em>it.<em>Kai si thuv, othe vi si yag</em>. Hope you have a nice,<em>big </em>lap.”<br/><br/>Riska let out a low chuckle as the LT assigned Jones to guard duty.  “Enjoy watching that door, Mr.<em>Gavvers</em>,” she teased, stepping close to him and thumping the side of her gloved fist against his chest plate with a fair amount of force.  She enjoyed the laugh it drew out him in return.   She had to admit that he had a nice laugh.  Truth be told, she was rather enjoying this new playful side of Marcus.  It was a nice change from his usual snarky, fuck you and the rest of the world too belligerence.<br/><br/><em>“Always do, darling. Always do.”</em><br/><br/>Riska pursed her lips and blew Jones a kiss as she walked away and began her sweep.<br/><br/><em>“Looks clear for the moment!” He announced, not taking his eyes off the area beyond.</em><br/><br/>“Gee, does it look<em>dark </em>too?” Danko quipped wryly, smirking as she moved around Jones to step into the doorway to his left, jerking her head towards the opening.  “Think that maybe you can keep an eye on this one too?  Or do you need a woman with a big gun to do it<em>for </em>you?”<br/><br/>Walking several feet down the corridor, never out of sight or sound of the squad, Riska gave it a thorough once over before heading back to the main room.   She traced the perimeter of the room, walking down the far wall, marking the width of the doors they had entered through, and then back up to the front of the room to investigate another doorway directly opposite the first.  Another investigation found it to be as dead as the previous one.<br/><br/>Heading back to the APC, Riska slipped inside to grab the armor repair kit from once of the storage niches.  Quickly, she used a tube of patching resin to plug the holes that had been burned through the tops layers of her chest plate.  It smelled like shit, but it would harden up in a few minutes and it sure as hell was better than walking around without full protection.<br/><br/>Coming back out into the main room, she walked over to where the Lieutenant was busy checking out the fallen personnel.  “You still want assistance Sir, or should I take up position at one of the other doors?” she asked.<br/><hr/><em>Kai si thuv, othe vi si yag</em>- where there is smoke there is there also fire<br/><br/>OOC - Urban - just holler if I need to edit for something being in either doorway.<br/><br/><br/><br/>