The woman watched as the Spartan lifted himself off of the medical bed and take his leave. His speed had left her dumbfounded for a few moments as she was unable to comprehend just what was going on. Her confusement however, quickly turned to anger and she threw the nearly empty canister of bio-foam in her hand upon the cold floor. "What the hell is he doin'!?" she growled turning toward Sling.<br/><br/>Shana didn't pump the giant with bio-foam just so he could get up and run off in a hurry. He was still injured no matter how he was currently feeling. The lack of concern for his own body agitated the woman. Though it was a nice gesture toward the group, it was also foolish. Lifting one side of her upper lip the marine bared her teeth in frustration and balled up her hand. The knuckles stung as she flexed it. Only when the ODST announced his grave news to her was it able to distract her from her destructive needs if only for a moment.<br/><br/>Her facial expression went blank as her green hazel eyes moved away from the elevator door to stare upon Sling. Her vision shifted back and forth from one eye to the other as she pondered just what he meant. His words were not foreign, and yet it felt as though he was speaking tongues.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>O'brian was having trouble grasping what he had just witnessed. He was fidgeting, unable to keep in place. Taking a step forward only to step back once more. His hands rubbed the smoothness of his helmet. The young soldier kept mumbling his previous words as his brain continued to evaluate the incident. "What the hell..." As if the reality of just how easily someone's life can be taken had just now hit him. Half the squad was now dead and they had just been deployed a couple days ago. When would the mission end? Was he going to make it?<br/><br/>This wasn't what Echo's 2nd platoon leader had expected either. Jacobs didn't know how to handle it nor was he sure how to snap O'brian from his trance. Shana had unknowningly killed a teammate, the Sergeant would have to report it.  Bringing a hand to his comm unit, Jacobs tried the woman once more, "Shana.." he began, but stopped as his eyes wandered to the smoldering enterance of the mall. He stared upon the large man in the doorway and brought his attention to him instead. Leaving his comm on by accident. "Sir, Sergeant Jacobs of Echo Company reporting in as requested by Admiral Bane. My squad and I have come to assist you." the man reported glancing to Smith and O'brian.<br/><br/>Momentarily, O'brian had forgotten all his worries at the sight of the black and red Spartan that stood not even five feet from himself. Slowly a dumb smirk found its way to his face and he just could not wipe it free. Standing up straight, the lanky soldier stood to attention. Spartans were just something mighty special to O'brian and not even he knew exactly what it was. Maybe it was how they each were known as a legend, perhaps in a way he looked up to them himself as Jacobs did to Shana. One thing he was certain, however, with a Spartan within their group, O'brian had just tripled his chances of survival and that put his simple mind back at ease.<br/><br/>Smith stared upon the tall marine with a raised brow. Finding O'brian's sudden change in attitude amusing he shook his head rolling his eyes.<em>..seriously?..</em>was all that came to his mind at the dramatic switch that had just occured in not only his team mate, but the area itself. The battlefield was truely an interesting setting and Smith took a mental note of it as he wondered how it would affect him in the future. Saving further investigation for later, the Private focused upon their surroundings. If it was one thing he learned from training it was to never assume any place was a safe place. Turning his assault rifle over in his hands, Smith looked over to Hunter in silence.<br/><br/>Before Hunter could respond to Jacobs, the Sergeant's comms came to life. "Jacobs? This is Private 1068689. You tell that behemoth to slow down before I break his other leg! Bio-foam does NOT mean he's-" the Sergeant shut off the comm before the woman could finish and smiled upon the Spartan. "Shana sends her love." he told him bending over to pick up his rifle. The woman's words hinted at him that Hunter had been the injured super soldier that had been mentioned earlier. Jacobs felt better about the titan's health knowing Shana had took to his injuries.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>"Hello?..Jacobs..come in, over." Shana talked into her headpiece. When there was no response, she first thought he had shut off his comms, but then assumed the hole in her helmet was interfering with her connection. Her eyes met Sling's once more before she averted her attention to the elevator. What he had revealed to her made her feel uncomfortable to be around him. So she left him to wander into the elevator shaft. Her eyes wandered to the ceiling, but it was much too high to escape it to chase after Hunter.<br/><br/>Switching on her flashlight on her helmet she investigated the area. Shana didn't like to be left without a firearm and was hoping to find one in here. With a little bit of luck she had discovered both of her own firearms here. The short woman bent over and picked up her assault rifle. Out of such a mess she was in, the sight of her most valued item always placed a soft smile upon her lips. She inspected it thoughtfully, running a finger along the chipped framming as she played back the memories that had caused such damage.<br/><br/>MA37; an older model of the assault rifles first introduced in 2437 played a big part of her life. It was not just something she could replace. The MA5 were more popular, but she trusted her gun. The very idea of loosing it made her upset. Maybe it wasn't as effective against covenant, but it saved her ass plenty of times and that's all that mattered.<br/><br/>Full ammo, just as she left it from last night. Placing it upon her back, the marine picked up her sidearm to place it on her calf where it belonged. The calf wasn't the normal placement of a handgun, but it seemed she used her secondary knife more often enough that this unusual placement was right for her. Returning back to the injured ODST, she waved him toward the medic bed, the duct tape around her wrist danced around her forearm loosely. Shana bent down to pick up the bio-foam canister and shook the contents to create a judgement of just how much was left.<br/><br/>She prayed he wouldn't bring up the incident with her grenade, but knew she'd have to face the topic later. There was nothing that could rightly be done about it at this time anyways and she didn't need to deal with that on top of everything else that was happening around her. In an attempt to avoid it, she said, "Come on, let's see if I can fix ya up."