Holding the scanner to her eyes she took an image of them, turning the scanner with the use of her hip so she could see the image for herself. Freezing it she looked over the details. The way the sclera of her eye looked, the veins within them looking as they should, her irises looking as they always had and her retinal scan completely clean. Keeping the image there, she placed the scanner onto the floor as she crouched. Giving it a shove that would get it across the floor but not tumble and run into anything causing it damage, she stood again.<br/><br/>"The scanner. Take a look for yourself. Then scan your own eyes and send it back." she was glad she'd had the presence of mind to keep the scanner on herself and not in her lab coat as she often did. It was one of those small things she was thankful for. Though she'd heard the laugh in the Sarge's voice she hadn't been able to find the slightest bit of humor in the situation. She was surrounded by mutilated corpses from those she had likely once known.<br/><br/>As she waited she resumed her tight grip on her weapon, keeping it aimed and ready in case she had to face him and open fire. She had maybe seven rounds left, not many but it would be enough to keep her safe especially if she hit him with a crippling shot. She didn't want to think of that scenario but it was necessary to keep herself motivated and from breaking down right there.