"Castor," Mikka repeated thoughtfully, committing the name to memory. Or, to be more precise, assuming Kaboodle would so she didn't have to. "I'll look forward to swapping notes, then." As they hunkered down and prepared to cross through the danger zone, a small frown was visible under her mask. "Has this sniper - have the insurgents been taking shots at civilians? Or just, uh, military targets?"

"shoots you with a beam that immediately takes effect" her drone intoned flatly. Those who spent any amount of time around Mikka had possibly noticed the nascent NHP's creepy talent for somehow managing to verbally convey a complete lack of punctuation or capitalization.