Rifle snapping up as she turned with unnatural quickness, the barrel coming neatly into line with the chest of the Colombian<em>'...superheroine?'</em>, Rachel thought to herself, looking down the sight rails at a point between the woman's lovely breasts. Rachel looked Boltahey up and down, her weapon never wavering, assessing the potential threat. Sure, what the woman was saying would indicate she's one of the good guys, hell, anyone who fights the Cartels is a friend to the USA in Rachel's mind, but is it true?<br/><br/><em>'She looks about as tall as me...heels in a jungle? Brave or agile...'</em>Rachel thought, quickly considering the scenarios. Could this woman be Ramac? They'd never gotten a chance to question the prisoners about this, and they were on the edge of Ramac's territory. It would be likely to try ward of an unknown threat, like a small party of people well armed with military grade hardware, at least two of which were obviously trained soldiers. If it was Ramac who knocked down their plane, however...anyway she looked at, Rachel couldn't see anything that didn't come out to either playing along and giving the Colombian superheroine the benefit of the doubt, or shooting her right now - without provocation - and Rachel didn't do that sort of thing.<br/><br/>Still, it was best to be cautious; Rachel didn't lower her weapon as she replied succinctly, "Captain Keyes, United States Marine Corps, though sometimes I go by Athena. As I'm sure you guessed, the plane was ours."<br/><br/>Without taking her eyes off Voltaje, Rachel said to the others, "You heard the woman, dangerous route that way. Oscar, ask the prisoners what they know about this Ramac; if they give you any shit, inform them they get to go if they are forthcoming with the intel, if not, they get to walk point."