Maria hit the ground and rolled, half-getting tangled in the parachute, but landing safely nonetheless. Quickly and effieciently, she took off the parachute and bundled it half-into her rucksack, parts of the darkened silk sticking out, but she paid it no mind. All of these would be stacked and burnt soon enough, it wasn't her job to neatly prepare it for landing again. With her current area clear for now, she eased her welrod out of her sausage bag and loaded a magazine, pulling the bolt back to chamber it.

She heard voices and froze, before creeping towards the sound of... English. Stupid fools. Coughing loudly to announce her presence, she looked at Jean and the chinawoman, the former with a loaded rifle, the latter still with parachute on. Looking back and forth she hissed to both of them to be quiet, before angrily telling them off for using the wrong language. "French only from now on. We need to find the others and go, now. Don't worry about packing the chutes nicely."

"Let's go find the others."