Snippet #2550332

Truth be told, Freya was relieved that it was the Captain going down into the tunnels and not her. The woman didn't consider herself a dedicated combatant first and foremost, and the idea of being caught in a gunfight in darkness didn't appeal to her one bit. She watched as Conner drew his sword and take up position near the hole in the wall. What he intended to accomplish with a close combat weapon in the event of an ambush Freya had no idea, but if he got shot because of it then it was his problem, not hers. She made a half-hearted attempt at patrolling the camp but she quickly gave up on the idea and instead went over to her dune buggy and opened the side door. However, instead of getting inside the vehicle she checked behind the driver's seat where her robot was, nestled in its interface that allowed it to control the top-mounted turret. She rapped her knuckles against its plating to "wake it up" for lack of a better term when Slice asked what she was up to.

"Getting someone to help us hold the fort," she answered as the turret blinked into life and began a sensor sweep of the immediate area for any hostiles. With that job out of the way, Freya got into her vehicle to monitor the sensor displays. Perhaps she'd even spot the scouts as they returned to the camp.