Though Ashenna's eyes flash with anger at Victor's reference to 'wandering about shooting' she nods slowly, cursing her own impatience and hot temper.  He was right, they couldn't risk their lives with stupid cowboy heroics. rushing in without knowing anything about their target.  She felt a brief stab of terrible guilt as the unintended indictment struck home.<br/><br/>She was too eager.  Far too hasty to forget her overarching duty to protect humanity from these . . .<em>things</em>, and far too eager to simply wade in, letting the chips and bodies fall where they may.  Part of it, she was honest enough to admit, was that she was still convinced that it would never be<em>her</em>, that no matter what the odds that she'd always survive.  She always had and a part of her believed that she always would.<br/><br/>The second nod is even more grudging, but a hint of true humor curls her lip as her eyes meet each of the Hunters in turn "I agree with Victor.  These arguments are useless until we get out into the field and get some actual eyes on this woman.<em>Then </em>we can set up a plan."<br/><br/>