Yeah, okay, it's still fun and exciting, but York's a little annoyed now, too. And maybe just the faintest bit concerned, because the intel didn't say anything about explosives. But hey, they're just a few vorcha, and she's got both eyes and a new suit of armor and plenty of bullets, and she's York.

"It's fine, it's fine, I got this," York says, and her voice is still breathless and exhilarated, but there's an irritated edge to it. She ducks behind a low wall, shots firing overhead, and when she springs up to fire a few shots, they all land in some vorcha's throat. "You guys just keep coverin' me, okay?"