She turned her gaze to him. "First up, if we're going to be 50 miles from the touchdown point, we'll just move the shuttle. Second, if you take a bad hit we have NOBODY to patch you up. You wanna save lives? You'll have an easier time doing it if you're not dead. You think your training as a medic is going to be enough to keep you safe out there?" She walked forward, towering over him. "I was a trained soldier with field experience before they blew me into bloody chunks and our techs put me back together in this thing." She knocked on her chest for emphasis, the metal thunking sound filling the room. "We don't have the luxury of having backup medics, so until that changes I'm not putting you at more risk than I need to. If you can't follow that order and stay on the shuttle, then you can stay here on the ship. You're no good to anybody dead, and I'd rather trained soldiers who know the risks go down there as opposed to some hot-headed kid with more enthusiasm than sense." She shifted her weight on her hips and crossed her arms.

"So which is it gonna be, are you gonna stay on the shuttle like you're told, or am I gonna have to leave you here on the ship?"