Without moving her head, the woman glanced up to the black and red spartan that sat in the Wraith. The loose rubble from a building she had inspected earlier flooded into her thoughts. Her eyes trailed Hunter as she tried to make the connection before they flashed back to the Spartan before her.<br/><br/>Lowering her hand she listened to Gladiator's words and though she did hesitate, 106 extended her other hand and gripped tight onto the blue and gold Spartan's hand. Almost in a challenge for strength, she shook it, but released quickly in an attempt to brush off the notion. As the Spartan began to explain to her the situation they were in, she almost dared to smile. She was a private, and so much information was not meant for the lowest ranks. Though she filled with pride at the thought, that just as quickly emptied as she reminded herself of her ranking. As Gladiator peered into her eyes, Shana forced herself to look away and take a step back. 106 did not want the Spartan to see just how much experience she truely had, her ranking was down right embarassing.<br/><br/>"I get my orders from my Sergeant...Objective: Find Spartans. Objective: Complete. My squad is not far from here." Shana stated simply, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Reaching a hand to rub the back of her neck, she remembered her incident with the elite and made a face as she felt the crusted blood upon her neck. Looking up toward Hunter, her expression went back to neutral and she spoke out of turn, "You're the injured one aren't you?...the ceiling collapsed on you...?"<br/><br/>Looking back to Gladiator, 106 asked, "How many of you are there?" The many footprints she recalled didn't quite add up at this moment and she was curious as to why.