The first hour seemed to pass by rather slow. Nothing moved, noting made a sound besides the soldier's below her as they moved around and made the floor creek some. Even going as far as to pay more mind to the sensors rather then her scope. The Master Sgt. touches making her jump some one she noticed them. His reward for such things was a strong knee to the some part of his body, it seemed to get the message threw as he stopped but did not wake up.<br/><br/>During that third hour of watch things did not get much better, her head now resting on the end of her rifle. Eyes open and looking down the long scope to watch the movements of a pack of dogs a few blocks down the street. Not noticing that Spaight's eyes opened some before closing and going back to sleep. Her finger playing games with the trigger of her rifle.<br/><br/>Damn it was late, both her feet now pressed against the side of the make shift table. Her rifle still resting in that pocket of her shoulder, fingers still on the trigger, face laying close to the scope. She saw the movements on the sensors, but the alert of knowing enemies where moving closer toward them had her on edge. Or so it would seem. Making slow movements with her rifle, using its scope to look over the land scape. It was scary to her move so graceful with the large gun. Not a sound, hell it did not even look like she was breathing. She did not blink, if someone would walk up on her right now it might seem like she was asleep...maybe dead. Even when Spaight woke up, not looking up even as he tried the radio and spoke to her. In turn she would not say a thing.<br/><br/>What would really might bring a worry to the group would be when Spaight returned to the steeple. Again she did not answer, her movement with her rifle not as free as before. Every moment, every breath, every little detail about what she was doing seemed to be planed. Thought out. A clear sign that something was up, that she had something in her cross hairs. "I see you," the only words formed on her lips, but no words came from her mouth. Her finger on the trigger, a slow steady grip on it. However, she did not shot. She did not have a silencer on her gun anymore....not waiting to fire just yet. The sound might give away where the group was.