Sarah quickly inserts the biofoam into her arm, groaning because of the sting of it sealing her wounds. "I'm good." She mumbles, standing, pointing out of the window with her rifle. "I'm good." She repeats, shooting at an Insurrectionist that thought running out onto the middle of the street was a good idea. "Sorry, squad lead. At least my head is still on." She pats her helmet. "It looks like most of the Innies on this street have cleared out. Awaiting orders, sir." She says. She doesn't salute him, as that would be marking her superior as a target for hostile snipers. Suddenly, a burst of static hits the COM. 
"This is Delta-one-four, our bird was hit by a hostile RPG, and we need assistance! We crashed into a building, and we're held up there." The voice of the pilot sounded feminine, but it was hard to tell because of the static. On the ODSTs tactical maps, a new marker was placed down, labelled 'crash site'. Sarah sighs. "Sir, this may be inappropriate at this time, but," She pauses to giggle quietly. "I told you so."