Catrina's brow furrowed, she didn't want to respond, but there could be a quiet sobbing through it as several tears stained her face. She opened the cockpit of one of her comrades suits, he wasn't breathing. Catrina was struggling to keep her cool in the situation, she just wanting nothing more than to break down and cry, but she was the last of her squad now, she barely had the chance to get to know them. Reaching down for their dog tags, "Shiro Amada..." A steely ressolve glazed over her eyes, she didn't want more deaths today, she picked up the com to the soldier harassing her.<br/><br/>"Because of just that, my entire SQUAD was wiped out! Without any damage on their side. Everyone! We do not have a change against that! We cannot risk more casulties to those suits! Or will you disrespect the sacrafice of my squad by throwng your life away as well!?" The more she spoke, the more emotion began to break though her cold demenor, it was quite obvious she was hurting, but the professional in her refused to show it, especially on the battlefield.