Everyone one Makita has brought with her is someone she considers competent enough to handle themselves. She doesn't bother checking up on the locations they choose for the ambush, she just finds her own.

The only rifle she's got with her is her RKG, and it's just not going to cut it against what they're up against. If she's going to be forced to pistols, she'll need to be close. Her eyes flicker around the snow-covered square trying to find the piece of cover near enough to engage from.

Ah, there. A burned out krawl sits in the roadway. It wasn't here last time she was in the area, but it makes a great place to hide. Makita climbs up the side and pulls herself into the hole where the hatch should be. The krawl has been open long enough to have plenty of snow in it, but Makita can deal with that.