Ribsy gave a nod and a grunt as she leaned heavily on the top bunk, pulling out the muscles in her back a moment. “Yeah,” she didn't sound so sure, but she also wasn't dismissing it out of hand. “Damn, can't even begin to tell ya how this is not what I signed up for.” She frowned, her lips pursed as she let herself slide down and sit on the bottom bunk. Her long fingered hands curled between her knees together and she tilted her head just to one side and kept a close eye on Olivia. 

“I mean,” Ribsy grimaced, “the testing I get. Seems that's all it is, though. I'd have thought they'd get some folks into the jaegers, doing sims testing and start to work what tech fixes they need.” She sighed. “Figured they'd have me working on getting the mechanicals working right. Ya know, thought I'd be Scotty. Instead, I find out I'm a red-shirt and not even sure I'll be able to join a landing party or if I'll just bench sit until they get tired of dicking around and asking if I'm crazy or not.” She laughed at herself. “Been asked more shit about my personal life over the last month than I've ever thought would be necessary to get behind a throttle and shoot big ass monsters.” 

It wasn't all that clear, no. She knew that but the waiting was leaving her feeling a bit stir crazy. Had to wonder how the Lt. managed to keep her head straight. She looked well accustomed to it all, like she'd been there far longer. 

Ribsy threw her arms out in front of herself, stretching. “But I can say this. I think I could probably kick the ass of any of the boys on the block back home now. That's saying something.”