Natasha listened to Alek's spiel with mixed emotion. She was not used to taking orders, especially from strangers. And threats of being shot? She wasn't sure how to take all this. On the other hand, what he said does make sense.<br/><br/>She stood, shifted the shotgun to her left hand, (pointed towards the floor) and worked her way through the group to the stage where Alek was sitting.<br/><br/>She stood directly in front of Alex, and spoke. "I don't know how I got chosen for this mess, but it seems I have little choice. Whatever<span style="font-style: italic">expertise</span>someone thinks I have to offer is beyond me, but anything is better than facing a radiation storm."<br/><br/>She paused a split second, extended her right hand and continued. "Hi. I'm Tasha."