Bit stood by the dead and did the only thing she knew how to. "Lucky Bastards at least they get a break." she joked figuring she might as well lighten the mood even if it was going to get her killed. Walking around the camp nervously she sat down on a stump of a tree she figured they had cut or burned down at some point. Burned by the charred look. She took out a holocron and read about Operation Knightfall one of her favorites it reminded her why she fought for the empire. Order and Structure she delved into the book for what seemed like the millionth time the blue screen comforting her with familiarity.

	Getting up she went over the contents of her pack. She took apart her thermal Detonators and put them back together again over and over and over. She was always anxious when she had nothing to do or say. She figured it wasn't a good time to crack a joke. Standing up she dove into some of the crates of spare parts and set on making a hollow blaster proof cover for scars mounted gun. Lord knows how light metals where these days and while slightly cumbersome it could save scars life in Battle or the Gun whichever matters more at the moment.