"Well, an army's one option, sure. You could just as well nuke the bestard, couldn't ye? Shiny wanzers and genetic monsters don' stend up well to messive shockwaves and radiation last I checked. Not thet I'm in the habi' of checking prototypes' resistances to heavy-tonnage bomb warfare. Lemme guess: Plan B, righ'?" Kira kept the sigh she wanted to let out in check. Being dissatisfied with the situation was fine. Expressing that dissatisfaction was not. As unprofessional as she may like to appear when off-duty, this was most certainly time to be army first, disgusted second. She'd be having a long talk with her captain when she got back from this operation. Not "if," "when." Positive thinking helps.<br/><br/>She had to turn the coat around the right way again. She faced the nearby wall for the moment that took to avoid unwarranted showing off, did up a couple of buttons to make it better cover, picked up her soaked shirt and headed for the doors. They'd have time to talk more in the air if needed.