Jackdaw, if she was unnerved by the sight of the insectoid army, did not show it. Her sentinel gaze did not waver from the horde, though beneath her helmet her eyes narrowed, unsure. She leveled her aim, swapping from one spot to another; she knew she could hit one -how could she not?- but what use would it be? Her pistol might kill a dozen or so, but after that how could she expect to survive in that in close range?

Those thoughts lasted only a few moments before being shoved away. She had no room, no time, and no patience for second guesses. She had a job to do, and she'd do it. If they got close, they would die; by her hands and the hands of the others. 

With that conviction, she opened fire on the first few that got close enough to her range.