Jenny fishes out her CiD, scrolls through her message and holds her arm up and out, stretching. "I'm an ex-soldier. And...a bit more durable than baseline humans, thanks to some futuristic tweaking." She's not going to out herself, but at the same time she's not about to hold herself back at the expense of more squishable people. "Point me in a direction and I'll kick my way through. Or at least I figure that's why I was chosen."