Thank god they were near the landing zone, she doubted she could bear another second of the hippy and hoppy music. Everyone had gotten dressed in relative silence, with the few attempts to start conversations whisked away by the sound of rotating blades and the mission control voice in her ear. It was all a muddle, like that one time at school she'd arrived five minutes late to a hockey game and had to get changed in the car. But somehow they'd managed to get dressed and fitted without too much giggling, and the helicopter was already touching down on the one stone platform in the desert. Even with the stiff day of heat they'd had, the wind was rising, blowing up dust devils over the dunes. Even in the half light, it was pretty.
No time to be admiring the view, though. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and took a few steps. Not great suspension. Slightly tight around the ankles. Good for walking across country in but she wouldn't be winning any sprints in these. The uniform fit rather snugly, tight around the waist and loose in the chest. She stretched her arms, like she'd just woken up. The sleeves were loose. Nice. Wouldn't catch on anything if she had to shake somebody off if she got womanhandled at some point. She put a finger to the piece of plastic in her ear, and felt it vibrate as it moved to Open bands. "Testing, testing. Everyone can hear me? This isn't a drill, the plastic ear thing is talking to you." Everyone's heads turned in different directions, looking for the noise. "Okay, guys. So, now that we've got some time to think, what's the-"
She was interrupted by another voice on the channel cutting her off. I will be taking Sniper pozition at two zs'ousand feet from target. I will watch your back. Remember. Only look for zse VIP, nobody else." Well, that was just rude. Who did this russian girl think they were, the firing range? She turned towards the blonde, about to make some remark about keeping radio silence or something, until she noticed it hadn't been her who'd spoken. It was the other one, the one who kept to herself and didn't even bother to say hi before handing out orders like candy. Luna bit her tongue, trying not to say anything, and meekly took to convering her point. Being quiet wasn't just a character perk, there was no reason to assume the girl was massive bitch casserole with extra salt. Maybe she had said hello and she hadn't noticed in all the confusion.