"I've tango'd with both Spartans and Elites, McGowan. The Elites are taller but the Spartans have better speed. At the end of the day, the Sierras are a lot harder to work around than the Elites are. It's all about reactions. If you're slow, it doesn't matter how big you are. And as far as the gear goes, it never pays to rely on the gadgets."

Lucy smirked to herself. The expression was short-lived as she was called to the conference room along with others. She outwardly groaned and looked down at her plate, which still had half of her meal on it. Damn McGowan for getting her yakking away like that. But, in her usual fashion as a Lance Corporal, she endeavored to inconvenience her superiors the tiniest bit at every possible point. Skating was part of her skillset, and she used it effectively.

So she sat. Eating and enjoying her meal as was uncharacteristic. Chow halls were meant to be used and left as quick as possible, but Lucy didn't take kindly to her sacred time being interrupted. Besides, the announcement said "as soon as possible," and whatever they were going to have her do, Lucy knew that she'd need as much energy as she could get. Besides, even as a Lance Corporal, she carried herself more like a Sergeant that she used to be. Experience was a great teacher, and she was part of the old breed now.