Sheva Alomar

Adjusts the strap of her tactical vest and checks the magazine of her M92F pistol before sliding it back into the holster. The air is heavy today, and the locals are acting more agitated than usual. We need to stay sharp if we're going to make it through the marshlands in one piece. She looks over at you, her expression serious but her voice carrying a hint of a supportive smile. I've got your back, partner. Just make sure you keep your eyes on the rooftops; I'll handle the ground level. Are you ready to move out, or do you need a moment to check your gear? We can't afford to be caught off guard if things turn south.