“Roger.” Nodding to his suggestion, Frieda would still take the lead though pause as she looks back up to the sky, her hand reaching to the side of her helmet.
“RCX,” she called out to the former Federation MS Girl. “See anything of interest?”
"W-W-Well," RCX stuttered over the radio at first, looking through the shuttle external probe cameras. "there seems to be a dirt road path about 200 meters from your 9 'o’clock."
“Wilco,” Frieda answered with a nod. “Continue overwatch, Frieda out.”