Jennifer milled her time by watching the doors they'd come from, and occasionally glancing about to see other parts of the hab block. It was a pretty big room, though clearly undersized for its intended application. Jennifer didn't like colonists, they'd caused a lot more problems then they'd solved and she had never been on a terraformed paradise, so the reasons fell short of her understanding. But at the same time, these kinds of conditions made her feel a slight spark of pity for the poor sobs. Doing hard work and living in a hell hole on some foreign planet, so far from real civilization that it begins to fuck with your mind, it was thes ame thing as a deep space patrol for a year straight. You get... disconnected, from the reality of your existance. Nothing but endless blackness outside everyday, and you can't even go look. The odd jump down to a moon to scour for pirates, one had a lot of time to set things straight so long as you didn't go insane, like a few guys Jennifer had known.<br/><br/>That feeling vibrated through her again as Lieutenant Mengsk issued out their updated orders. She glanced over at Rome as he approached and gave her a firm tap on the shoulder, she smiled at him as he spoke and winked, stepping a bit closer.<br/><br/>"<strong>Don't get too distracted back there..</strong>" She smirked, flipping the safety on her weapon off and finding the Sarge.<br/><br/>She approached him but kept her distance, she wanted to separate at least 15 feet but keeping within visual attachment, to ensure a grenade or something wouldn't take them all out but they didn't separate. In the back of her mind, Jennifer was a little bit in a disagreement with sweeping the first floor, she would prefer to find a secure CP and then setting up OP's until they got the security systems online. A particular incident refreshed in her mind, where a colony Kilo had been sent to investigate for terrorist activity had an automated security defense system set up to deal with any pirates or invaders, should the need arise. The IFF tags Kilo carried had mistakenly given them away as Colonial Administration. The look on the Weyland Yutani colonial supervisor as he came out to greet the people who kept him in business, and instead found a squad of heavily armed Marines knocking on his door was beyond priceless.<br/><br/>No such joys today.