Catrina kept in her hiding position, her Zaku running cold in the baking desert heat, she had been an ace for a few years now, but she still tend to shun any form of command requested of her. She was just fighting for her family after all. The order from her captain ringing through into her cockpit. Letting out a small groan, ambush tactics really wern't her thing, but she was still fairly good at them. "Roger, waiting on your mark" She replied, she then proceeded to start up her Zaku, but not enough to be heard over the desert wind, or to be picked up on any heat sensors, more cows for the slaughter she mused to herself. This shouldn't take long, and she can get a well deserved bath.