Kensi stood before her assigned pod, a hand running running along its scorched mark metallic flesh. Such a short relative time with the ODST and already she'd gained an affinity for the small capsule. Something about putting her life in its hands sparked a love. The same love she'd often felt towards her EOD kit. It was perhaps the one superstition she held. Show them your respect and they'd love you for it. A sickly sweet voice from Kensi's communicator startled the woman. She pulled her hand away from the pod like she'd experienced a jolt of electricity. "Captain Lasko's squad please report to briefing room 3 with all gear immediately."

Catching movement out of the corner of her eyes Kensi turned her head to see said captain several pods down. Now she just felt foolish and mumbled a few curses under her breath. Mathers secured her rifle in the pod holder and removed the armored rucksack from her back. With everything secure save for the sidearm still holstered to her right thigh Kensi turned with a squeak of her boots and moved past Lasko for the Briefing room