Before anything else in regards to Ingrid's estimation of this news, let it be said that she would be keeping personal watch over the [i]Ostroc[/i], sleeping beside it in the cold nights if need be.  Scrap-hounds...just try and take what you can from this machine.  You'll find an extra 89cm of refined Poulsbo steel to go with it, mark her words.  In the hazy part of her mind, she could already imagine the threats she'd make should she find someone crawling by with a fusion cutter at the dismal hours of the morning...

Beyond that quibble, as large as Ingrid made it in her mind, the thrust of this new base of operations was that it would be less defensible but more easily evacuated.  Not that they'd have much ability to do anything at all if they were scattered at this point, but at the least, some of the civilians could escape and try to find an out in hiding.  They could only hope that this place and the tunnels beneath them - double-edged sword as those were; the enemy could probably move through them even faster if found - remained a secret.  And, given their distance to any number of enemy strongholds, none of the more loutish personnel got drunk and wandered away...

With the announcement of her own assignment, Ingrid's eyes turned to Wyatt for an estimation of her reaction - not harshly, but simply questioning.  She didn't quite know what herself to expect from working on foot, even if she didn't doubt her own, or Reya's either, ability to act cool under pressure.  There was a unique danger present here, and she would be prepared for it shortly, but could she expect the same of an engineer?  True, some part of her wished that she was going to be in [i]Susser Tod[/i], but she wouldn't question the assignment out loud.

The location concerned her in more ways than one, though.  With a rigid stamp of the boot she stood up, as she often did during these briefings, and spoke to the Colonel once allowed to speak: [color=SteelBlue]"First, sir, are we allowed our own arms?"[/color]  She could've meant many things, but a brief reflexive grip of the saber on her belt suggested she wanted to bring something all the more archaic and conspicuous.  [color=SteelBlue]"Beyond that, given our contact's location...what are we to expect from Stiletto themselves?  Is there anything known about this individual?"  She wanted to know how sober the two of them could expect Stiletto to be, but that was already too harsh on their contact...[/color]