Cherry pauses for a moment, one slender hand on her chin.  The skin along her left ribs and right thigh is reddened by the near passage of laser blasts, but somehow the remnants of her uniform - boots, bra, and badge - are still intact in all of their red-issue glory. She slowly turns around, looking for the first sign that might be the beginnings of a pointings to a clue to the IST-RAD-GAC-SCB.