Standing in the back, around a few other soldiers, Inna listened to the information and instructions loud and clear. She may have been a quiet girl, but her expression spoke rather loudly at that moment, loudly of her fear. Staring down at her feet timidly, she could see her legs shake slightly, but it took her a moment or two to finally steady them. This was the real deal, out of country conflict. Part of her was glad she was better utilized as a sniper, a sharp shooter away from most of the action...that part was the greater part of her, the part that wasn't a hero. Her...previous spotting partner, 'he' was the hero type, but now she was here in his stead. And what a hopeless thing to be thankful for, being better as a snipe than...she knew there'd be a time where she'd have to do more than take out far off targets. Still, with all her fears and doubts, she moved on out without hesitation.

As soon as she got her hands on a provided sniper rifle, she fervently began to take it apart, piece by piece, examining pieces and parts, cleaning and oiling them carefully. It was calming, and there wouldn't be much time to do this once they were...out there...it was her personal meditation. No one she knew had volunteered as well, so all she had was this. The snipe rifle was clean, and so far, didn't seem at all faulty...the faulty one was her.