Sondra listened to Arthur intently has he gave his orders and Kevin his opinions. As mouthy as she normally is on missions and in the station alike, the time spent in transit is often when the young woman tries to 'zen out' and figure out just what she felt about everything going on around her. This particular mission, a rescue mission, wasn't one that she was used to. Hostage situations, full-scale robberies, all of that would have been much preferred to rescuing a pair of S.T.A.R.S. teams lost in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.<br/><br/>As the plan touched down, Sondra ripped herself away from anything keeping her in the helicopter. As the others rushed in, she took the time to secure her set of goggles to the top of her head, which were strapped to her side since the headset wouldn't allow her to do so before. All while walking a steady pace, she took her Beretta from her thigh holster, holding it in both hands as she stepped up to the rest of the squad near Joseph Frost.<br/><br/>She looked at the body from about a foot or two away, trying to see if there was anything distinguishable that would tell her just how Joseph came to be like that. It was hardly her expertise, but perhaps there was something alarmingly obvious that Sondra could have picked up on. Otherwise, she turned her attention to the foyer, scanning for doorways and possible positions for cover.