Roxborough, hidden from head to toe by BDUs, armour, helmet and gas mask, had her concealed face fixed on the smirking company rep as she made some sort of show of bringing out her pistol. An annoyed sigh could be heard from the corporal's breathing filter; was this woman actually serious about going into a combat zone, with no protection other than some civilian clothing and handgun? Shifting her attention to sergeant Diaz, Roxborough hoped half-heartedly that this whole mission just came down to a disgruntled employee with a gun. She didn't want to be held responsible if the suit got ventilated.<br/><br/>The sudden xeno briefing did bring her attention back, though she watched it all without making a sound. If the possibility of bumping heads with that<em>thing</em>perturbed her, it didn't show.