[If there's one thing that's more frightening than a madwoman, it's likely a madwoman with extensive black ops and military-oriented skills.

Hanna sighs.]

Move, freshmeat. You're going to get us killed.

[Though there's not a particular sense of caring about it coming from her.]

Watch the doors. We need to get through to move forward and I'm not counting on those doors being flammable. You got that tracker on you?

[Because she hasn't forgotten. She might be a human disaster, but she's still a mercenary and a soldier. Missions are her language.]