Rhianna walked around the room slowly, her eyes scanning the walls, doors and windows, watching for any potential threat. Her rifle was in her hands, ready for anything. The soldier girl didn't really pay much attention to the dieing man Arthur and Kevin were looking over. Not that she didn't care whether he would live, but she couldn't afford to get distracted. Her job was to keep the area secure, and she would be useless at any kind of medical duty anyways.<br/><br/>So when she heard yet more curses and loud expression, she grimaced slightly, unhappy to hear such unprofessionalism. But her thought were quickly disrupted by the radio call which quickly ended with a call for help, a horrifying scream coming from the pilot. Quickly, Rhianna started to head for the door, but seeing several of their team members had already rushed to it, she paused, deciding instead to cover the back.<br/><br/>However, the topic of discussion quickly shifted to the closed door, and she couldn't believe one of her crew mates suggested delaying helping the pilot by leaving the door closed, apparently scared of wild animals.<br/><br/>"Get ahold of yourself, soldier! We have to go out and help him."<br/><br/>She spoke in a calm but firm voice, her rifle pointed at the door.