Bored Marines are never a good thing.

There is a dismantled rifle at Trudy's feet - but it's not her service rifle. She has that slung across her back, as usual. No, this rifle gets put back together with quick precision - with only one change to its normal sillhouette.

There's a rather bulky looking hopper sticking out of the top of it.

Trudy aims carefully and fires. Whoever she hits will be sporting a glop of neon pink paint somewhere.