"...Noble Two are you sure you know where you're goi--                                          Noble Two I think that's a cliff-- KAT STOP."

Also hai Kitty Kat, do you like needles?

      Careful bootsteps carried the Spartan through       the brush. Crouched low to the ground, the       hulking mass of armor looked...rather abnormal       hunched over in such a manner.       Razor sharp focus kept towards the ground,       taking in every last detail, the texture of the dirt       and every leaf and twig.       It may be a long process, but it was one that       Emrys was the best in.       After all, he had over a hundred successful       locations of hostages under his belt.       Some liked to joke that he could track an Insurrection       ship's route even if it'd never touched the ground.              Which he had done, once.       He came in handy when satellites were down,       and even when they were perfectly operational.       Sometimes you couldn't trust technology.       A slick in the dirt prompted him to stop, and       wipe the substance up with his index finger.                                            Sangheili blood.                                                      Perfect.       He'd managed to get two shots into the bastard       hours ago. And it looked like he was still bleeding.

            ❝…I never expected you to like me                                       Just respect me..❞

[ she even looks like Volkova ]

 ❝Until the last shell falls.❞