"Raisa, you good over there?" With the destruction of the APC and the end of its fire, her savior, so to speak, spoke up on comms. Rising from her position, she cracked her knuckles after putting her Avto-30 back on her back and responded.

"Couldn't be better if I tried." She began walking back towards the group, a slight spring in her step, which translated to slightly more "stomp" in her GEAR's own walking. After a good two weeks of no combat or training, she quickly found herself hitting her stride once again. As she walked over, she extended her left arm's blade and tentatively tapped on the blade with her right hand. It was blunt, a training blade, but it still caused her some "damage" as evidenced by the notification that appeared on her HUD. It was negligible, but she did feel as if she had cut herself thanks to her pilot's suit adapting for the training mission. Unconsciously, she brought her finger up to her mouth. "I appreciate the detail, but this is going a bit far..." she muttered. Her mind was taken off the idea by her leader speaking up on comms.

"Look sharp, people - let's get moving!" He said as his GEAR reloaded and began moving.

"Roger!" Raisa retracted the blade and once again picked up her rifle, her right index finger still stinging somewhat.