Rin was a little slow to respond, apparently more than a little rattled over their near-crash.<strong>"Uh . . y . . yeah. I'm good. I . . I really hate flying . . ."</strong>Everyone had their own quirks, after all. Rin wasn't really comfortable flying, for instance. Oh, and those goggles. Big clunky tinted things, which she insisted helped her oversensitive eyes deal with muzzle flares and sudden bright lights. Weird, but hey, the perks of being in the unit were getting to have your own little things in addition to the usual TAC vests and such.<br/><br/>With a groan, she unstrapped herself from her seat and put her goggles on, before turning the little flashlight on her shoulder on. This was not an auspicious start to the mission, that was for sure. The new member of STARS hastily began to check her gear, especially the large first aid kit on the back of her vest. Thank god for shock-proof casing, keeping her medicines safe and sound. What good was a medic without the proper tools, right?<br/><br/><strong>"Did anybody get the number of the truck that hit us? It sounded like . . like machinegun fire and squawking. Could the same thing have happened to Bravo Team?"</strong>She was already done checking her gear, re-equipping it carefully. They'd probably have to ditch the helicopter soon after all. If they had to force a landing, there was no way they'd be going up again any time soon!<br/><br/><strong>"Is everyone okay?"</strong>