Fiddling with the knife in her hand, Aito tuned in to the conversation Raymond, and the Ranger were having. Jealousy started roaming her mind seeing she was the only marksmen without her rifle. It was just her, her knife, and the battered pistol carried in her holster.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> What does it take for a woman to get a damn sniper around here...?</span>Aito glanced around the room when subtle word's left the woman resting near her causing a terrifying grin appeared on Aito's face. Torturing the women would be nothing less, but cruel. After all it was her who shot the woman.<br/><br/>The smile on her face faded when Isolde revealed that a sniper was after her life. "<span style="font-style: italic">So, I’m being square with you guys. If you want me to leave, I would understand. Raymond has an important mission and I wouldn't want to screw it up.</span>" The thought of leaving the others behind trailed her mind. Leaving them behind like the former group did to her was the easiest option, but something blocked Aito to follow through with her thought. Whatever it was, it caused her to ball up her fist.<br/><br/>" If what you say is true. Then maybe we should show him what it means to be a marksmen?" Her shoulder's relaxed as she placed her knife on her side. "Maybe I didn't learn a thing or two from the past. Trusting others lead me into the dirt stripped of my weapons, my caps, packs, and almost my life. I'd rather die with someone that I can trust, then a lone with no one to care about my absence. I am with you Isolde... Plus my hands are dying to carry a sniper again." the sudden need to help someone threw her off in the back of her mind. This hypocrisy felt weird to her.<br/><br/>"So how about it Doc? Vikki? Shall we help a wolf fellow member in need?!" Throwing Isolde into her, Aito imitated the look of a puppy. "Vikki! Doc! How can you say no to this precious face?"