[Dunin Hemm]

Roxborough's eyes slowly open, her gaze unfocused. As she comes to, still lying on the floor, eyes looking acroess the room from their somewhat obstructed position on its floor.

A Hole in the Roof.....

Unsteadily, she gets up on her legs, tries to balance, and then wobbles backwards onto the wall, loosing control. A silent grimace. She braces herself and pushes off from the wall, climbing the sloping floor towards the ruined craft. The speakers on her gas mask crackle with breaths as she struggles to the top of the vehicle; normally she could have made it up in two leaps, now she isn't in quite such a condition.

And there she sits, on her kness, holding a grenade in her hand. She inspects the damage. She looks out through where the light is coming in. That sun doesn't look like th one they've left behind. It doesn't seem as distant. She briefly removes a glove and holds her hand in the shaft of light for a while, before withdrawing it and dressing it again. Yeah, it was hot alright. No more frosty goodness for Cali.

And with that she jams the grenade into place and removes the sprint. And then she sprints herself, leaping over the edge of the dropship, seeking cover. It's in these situations that gas masks prove their worth: They absorb much of the soundblast, like earmuffs, if you will.