Re: [Mission 18.3B] Filth Potpourri (HX-24)
Sienna replied to Conrad's apology with a small shrug, standing carefully back upright. "It looked bad from where you were standing," she offered. "Y'all don't know me. Can't say my first impression woulda been much different." She eyed Natsumi with a sideways glance. "Though if I find myself on the business end of that one's pistol one more time I might second-guess helping y'all out, ride off this hellhole or no." Her tone was serious and dry, but when they looked at her face, the sardonic smirk she wore gave away the jest.
Both eyebrows shot up in surprise when Sune mentioned her name and what sounded suspiciously like "military fire team" in the same sentence. She didn't protest, but it certainly wasn't what she had in mind. She was used to looking out for herself, not watching other people's backs. Still, she'd already thrown all of her chips in with these people now; it was too late to back out.
She looked even more displeased with the idea of sitting in a vehicle. She knew Krenshaw meant well, but she felt like she had to speak up. "Everyone packed in one place?" she asked rhetorically. "This guy--'Gravedigger,' did you call him?" she continued, unable to hide the demeaning grin as she shook her head at the silly name. "He's obviously watching us. Not too sure he wouldn't just target the vehicle and take everyone out at once. I personally can think of at least four ways to make a throwable bomb out of crap I find in the garbage. I'd wager your Gravedigger knows a lot more. And y'all saw how crowded those streets are. Unless you know somebody powerful, I don't think you'll be getting the right-of-way."
"I ain't a military mind, so I'll do whatever the soldiers say," she concluded, folding her arms across her breast. "But I like your cap's idea better. I don't *like* it, but it's better than sitting in a cage. To me, at least."
She finished with another concessive shrug, looking around the room for a decision, then at Egil's condition, hoping he'd be ready to move soon. "Clock's ticking, though. We don't move, we're dead."