The Sentinel nods as she listens, her helmet clinking lightly against her armour. Grim business, indeed.

She sips her drink, taking in everything. All things considered, they do a good job. "Will be. Don't surprise me much, though," the soldier says after a moment of thought. "Sounds like we've more a thorn in their side than before, 'specially with gettin' that mine."

Which has been nice to utilize for the time they have, but in the end, they can get more resources elsewhere. They can't replace lives lost, and potentially losing Flotsam would be far worse than that mine.

Her emerald eyes go to him, trying to get a read, her own face mostly neutral, but for a worry that she can't hide no matter how hard she tries. He's a comrade, so... "...Ya e'er been in somethin' like this, Sir Senshi?"