"They make itches, sure sir. But well...I'd sure prefer an itch to a dead squad ...y'know - anywho - you all take care down there. I know where I'd rather be - up here where I'm not in immediate danger"
"Well, if things continue at the pace, I may let you and the others switch in and out so as to keep fresh eyes."
James waited until Con return and then he slipped past the woman, he felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, but he trusted his squad mate to protect him. "Con, slip forward and escort the civilian out, hand her off to the other squad and return to your post midship." James swepted the area in front of him. Scanning upwards, he noticed a small hatch slightly ajar.
"Priest, get that darn probe in here asap. I've got a small compartment in the stern that I want to have it check out."