Acosta let Gunny Mullan's word's fly over her head. It was a matter of opinion. Where as Mullan might have seen professionals, Acosta saw shenanigans. Shenanigans that will need to resort to their training or be killed. And who would have to deal with that, certainly not Mullan, no it would be the corpsman who would hold the hand of a dying casualty. Marines don't call for mommy, daddy, God, or Sergeant.... no they all call for "Doc". 

Acosta respected Mullan's rank and decided to let it slide versus share her reasons for her opinions or her harsh treatment of green boots besides she could tell she wasn't in the best of moods. Soft love never toughened anyone, but hey it was a "new" Marine Corps the harsh ways were dying it seemed. Acosta remembered the stories her brother told her about hazing and strict settings withing the Corps. It seemed those days were far. 

Now Silva chimed in and told her as long as she did her job things would be fine. [b]"I'm always ready to do my job, that will never change,"[/b] she said adamantly. As a corpsman it was never a question, you did your job even when the enemy becomes a casualty, because all casualties were their patients according to Geneva Conventions and required by all medical personnel, besides Acosta had morals, she had integrity and honored it. A stubborn asshole maybe, but the whole Marine Corps was full of it. 

Acosta listened to the briefing and took mental notes of the dangers of the mission. She headed over to Silva who rested against the wall waving to join her. [b]"What's up?"[/b] she asked.