[ She's mostly intent on ignoring the looks she's getting, as she falls into line beside the other men. There was no use fighting them about it, they would only respect her worth on the field rather than off once she has given them reason to. Her gaze sharp and direct as the information is laid out to them and where they are to go. Explains that no, she doesn't have much experience with technology, but she knows a thing or sixty about getting in and out of a building unseen. After all, she's been assured that no one is a Lycan, and to that - she is more than apt as subduing men. The vial of blackwater hung heavy and silver around her neck and tucked into her shirt out of prying eyes ( not to her knowledge that it no longer has an effect, but she's lean and hard after a lifetime of fighting things this side of nightmares ).
Gives the same respect she expects in turn, takes her cues from her commander, doesn't break rank and - makes sure to keep an eye on Maine when and where it was possible. Better that he was at her back more than anyone else, she's found a trust in mutuality, in knowing another soldier and what was built on that. It's not their war, she must insist to herself, and she was not in command. So she waits as the two are left behind to secure their exit, before she's gestured forward in turn. Steels herself with a breath, light in her movements. Body slung long and tight against the wall as she moves forward, checks the coast is clear in quick ducking motions. Once she's sure, she turns back and in turn gestures him forward to her side, to keep moving forward in these quick darts between stillness. Her back pressed in hard to the wall, breathing slow and quiet as she can. Habits that don't belong to here and now but certainly don't hinder her. She's used to being this side of a shadow when she must. ]
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Gives the same respect she expects in turn, takes her cues from her commander, doesn't break rank and - makes sure to keep an eye on Maine when and where it was possible. Better that he was at her back more than anyone else, she's found a trust in mutuality, in knowing another soldier and what was built on that. It's not their war, she must insist to herself, and she was not in command. So she waits as the two are left behind to secure their exit, before she's gestured forward in turn. Steels herself with a breath, light in her movements. Body slung long and tight against the wall as she moves forward, checks the coast is clear in quick ducking motions. Once she's sure, she turns back and in turn gestures him forward to her side, to keep moving forward in these quick darts between stillness. Her back pressed in hard to the wall, breathing slow and quiet as she can. Habits that don't belong to here and now but certainly don't hinder her. She's used to being this side of a shadow when she must. ]