As the Chinook came to a stop, Sidnee's calming view of the sky above turned into a roaring crowd of thousands upon thousands of soldiers. She quickly fished around in her pockets and pulled out a contact container. Just before the doors to the Chinook opened, Sidnee quickly put the contacts in her eyes with trembling hands. She looked down, blinked a few times, then looked at her reflection in one of the windows. Her pitch black eyes had become a chocolate brown. Perfect.
By the time Sidnee had adjusted herself, she was one of the last people out the door. As she stepped off, she glanced at the group of people in front of her, and once again became painfully aware of how small and frail she was compared to the rest of her comrades. As she became engrossed in this thought, she tripped a bit stepping from the Chinook to the ground, but managed to balance herself just in time. Although none of the soldiers around them seemed to notice her minor mistake, Sidnee kept her head down for the rest of the walk. She assumed they had all seen it and were pointing at her, which was exactly what she had tried to avoid by placing her contacts in.
Sidnee took off the contacts and placed them back in the container as soon as they were inside. She assumed that everyone in here already knew who she was, while many of the soldiers outside most likely did not. She listened to the general and became lost in thought in regards to the pros and cons of both options, to the point that she hardly notice Kalte's impulsive actions that drew a death glare from Naomi. Upon listening to Anna's comment, however, she shook her head.
"Th...These creatures are killing people," She said softly, "And whatever's coming out of that tumor is killing hundreds more." That was all she could muster in response to Anna, afraid of getting on the girl's bad side by disagreeing.
Suddenly clasping her hands behind her back, Sidnee kept her head up and attempted to sound as formal as possible. "That being said, I think the guerrilla route is the better way...We should get to know the enemy in...in smaller samples before we try to fight through their front lines..." She bit her lower lip and concluded that she sounded much too arrogant. "But, I-I could be wrong! I want to know what everyone else thinks, too!"