Amanda huffed out of amusement. She was out of armor now, a rig in the ship she arrived in able to pull it all off. For now she was dressed simply in jeans, boots, and a military jacket bearing a logo on it. The soldier out of her armor was an odd sight. Amanda's body was well endorsed, ample assets, toned body, she was as beauty as deadly. "Its standard precaution, the worst was assumed when we where sent. And no, not all are. Just the ones like me, otherwise known as a Valkyrie, a super soldier. That's why I am the way I am. I'm the soldier you send when you want something killed four times over, the one you send to win a war using a simple fireteam." Amanda shrugged then, it was natural to her, it was who she was. Reaching forward, she grabbed a few items, setting them on her plate.