She looks over the supply and ammunition list, scrolling through the terminal she was currently looking into looking over the arms dealing site for the company. Resting in her office within the main tactical part of the base, making sure she had every bit of equipment she would need, having been called out of retirement once again to help train a batch of new recruits, and soon to oversee their first mission for the newly reformed PMC. She has no desire to take it easy on them and end up seeing them in body bags. She bought enough to restock the armory for the company as the transaction went through and would arriving tomorrow from their usual source. The feeling was an ever so present mix of dread and nostalgia but to overcome the fear, you have to face it head on. And while she would rather not face this, she was a soldier, and this life would probably never leave her alone and she would never get to leave it. The best thing she could do is to make sure the others live as long as she has in the end.