Jennifer quickly tended to Reaper's wounds, using another powder pack and cleaning the wound with a larger use of disinfecting foam, then applying a bandage. Reaper was a little more more wounded than she had thought, and wanted to tell the Lieutenant he should remain with Senjo and her sentry guns, but knew Reaper wouldn't listen to her advice, the only time she ever got what she wanted from him was when he passed out from blood loss.<br/><br/>Which was likely, if he strained himself or was wounded again. But none the less, accounting for all the scrapes and bruises, everyone had a clean bill of health and an itchy bandage to go along. She cradled her pulse rifle with both hands, seemingly relaxing a bit as the adrenaline of their contact came down, and the tired headache set in. She now realised that she hadn't sounded off, but had stuck her face in front of everyone elses so far, except Senjo since she cannot really be 'wounded' in the same critical sense, and was probably the only one who would tell Jennifer if she were wounded.<br/><br/>Besides that fact, Senjo wasn't really her specialty, she didn't know how the sentry gun totting foxhole bunny worked, and she didn't much care. If Senjo had a cut, she healed up pretty quick. If she got her guts ripped out... what would happen? Did the synthetic have guts? Did she even need them? Nobody told her shit, nobody being the Company. But as far as Jennifer was concerned, if Senjo called for a Corpsman, she would come running. End of complaint, story, whatever.<br/><br/>Jennifer got off the line of thought as she inspected one of the corpses. Her relatively limited medical knowledge pointed to the exoskeleton itself, the outside of these fuckers. It looked hard, she didn't touch it but it seemed bullets capable of ripping walls to shreds didn't do a whole bunch unless in large quantities on these guys. 10mm caseless ammunition was powerful, but the current bad guys didn't seem to mind, they had walked into a shit storm, that bad feeling return and Jennifer gave Rome an uncertain, and uncharacteristic, concerned frown.<br/><br/>She sorted out her medical kit, seemingly everyone's wounds had been tended to for now and in the hustle, she'd just put things where ever. She liked to keep critical stuff near the back, of the case, close to her actual body, and the less critical stuff outward. It allowed quicker movement, as the critical stuff was a bit more bulky and the less critical, bandages and such, were light and easy to move away. She had a lot of stuff, lucky for her to pack a good deal of supplies, or lucky for everyone else.<br/><br/>"<strong>I disagree, there may be colonists left alive.</strong>" Jennifer piped up after hearing Zippo speak. "<strong>We do have a job to do... sir.</strong>" Jennifer finished her sentence with an attentive look at Lieutenant Mengsk. "<strong>If nothing else, we should set up the sentry guns outside the main gate, leave a security detail there and go check out that unknown structure. If any of those theories Senjo cooked up-</strong>" Jennifer waved her hand towards the synthetic."<strong>-are real, then we may find answers over there.</strong>"