They were air-born, and for the first time there was a smile upon Kate's face. It was a toothy grin, but it was definitely there. One hand came out to grasp as much as was allowable to the edge of the metal 'dash', readying for the impending hard contact. As the nose hit, a grunt was forced from her, upper body snapping forward as she took the crash with practiced ease and a sharp bark of a laugh.<br/><br/>Pjtor knew how to show a girl a good time, and from the corner of her eye she noted that twitch to his mouth. He was in his element, and oohhhh she couldn't wait to get behind the wheel, and join him in his exuberance. Such as it was. Her eyes raked their surroundings as they tore through the Area headed for Potts Point. Eventually their destination was gained, and in a glorious manner in her opinion. The massive hunk of metal was powered down after ramming into the Command Center, and Kate simply had to chuckle at the grumbled “Dizmount” thrown towards the Marauder's occupants. They all exited, re-arranging gear, and she followed suit, swinging her rifle over her shoulder, patting all pockets to make sure extra ammo still remained within their confines, and a new cigar finding it's way between her teeth. A match was struck and set to tip perfectly, bringing her dark eyes to a gleam as she sucked the stogie to life, watching and listening to the others surrounding her. In the cloud of smoke she gave a nod to herself, seeming to come to grips with an inner conflict.<br/><br/>As was her want she did not speak as the rest rattled on about “who's got point” and radio gear. Not that she wasn't aware of the importance of such matters. It just wasn't her thing. Kate was not the leader here, nor did she want to be. Rounding the Marauder behind the rest of the crew her gaze fell upon McCleary and his barking and blaming. Quite the colorful talker he was, and she found it amusing. There wasn't even a twitch as the mention of probably getting killed was added to his tirade. Moving into the building, she didn't waste time sitting, knowing they would be on the move soon enough. She did become very intent as the map came up and the mission was as outlined. She listened carefully as Eliza chimed in, and lofted a brow at the young seeming Chester. Soon enough it was done, and McCleary was giving them the reigns.<br/><br/>Time to kill things....<br/>