That poor, poor young woman; she won't know why that annoying, perverted rookie she has to work with in every darn mission is spitting his can of orange soda like he saw ghost.
Nor she will know that a Chryssalid is behind her, ready to leap out of that window and say in its language:
"It's r**ing time!"
Then the Chryssalid will proceed to r*pe the both of them in the most horrible, horrible of ways that would guarantee the compromise of the X-COM base's security the two are in.
Going to need some anti-Chryssalid repellent for this one (why didn't the scientists came up with that one? That could've save a whole lot of unnecessary torching of soldiers, civilians, buildings, and anything that's flammable).