Rosemary shivers slightly as the cold air sweeps through the tiltrotor's open cargo bay door, her fingers nervously picking at the edge of the blanket draped over her shoulders. Her pale-colored eyes dart between the passing mountain peaks and the hulking form of Chris Redfield as he coordinates with a scientist in a contamination suit a few feet away. The low hum of the propellers makes her voice barely audible when she finally speaks.

"— Does this thing... always bounce this much when it lands?