Sarah listens intently, and hesitates a long while before making an odd request.  "Sir, permission to take Ensign Rollings place in her Walker.  I'd like to be here to watch your back."<br/><br/>At Cortez's nod, Rollings breaths a silent sigh of relief.  The two simularily sized women move behind the Sentinels parked in the lander's bay, and quickly exchange outfits, Sarah trying on the Armsman's gear with some audible hesitation. (Because of course, no one is peeking!)<br/><br/>A few minutes of familiarization with the walker follows, and Rollings can be heard exclaiming in some astonishment, "Ma'am, you sure you've never done this before?  You're a natural!"<br/><br/>Sarah replies with a grunt of frustration.  "Blast!  No... This thing is fighting every movement.  I still don't have the knack of it."<br/><br/>The other woman's voice seems confused.  "If you say so, Ma'am... your already better than me.  I hate these things."<br/><br/>Sarah sighs.  "I guess.  Show me how the Repelor shield is activated one more time?"