<span style="color: #FF0000">Fernando smiled at her modest description of herself.<br/><br/>"You should give yourself a little more credit," he said to her."I'm sure your job has way more shit to deal with than telling a few people what to do. People won't listen to just anyone. If you can get an entire rebel movement to follow you, then I have to say you are pretty damn amazing."<br/><br/>He followed her into the back of the van with the medics, and he found himself strangely pleased that he had not been separated from her. He watched as they wrapped the bandages aroun her, smiling again when she tried to appear invulnerable to pain again.<br/><br/>"I'm a spy," he said smoothly. "I'm trained to notice these things. Don't worry, though, I'm sure you'll get your chance to save my ass sooner or later."<br/><br/>When the topic changed once more to how long he had been stationed at his post, he paused for a while. Thinking back to his long years on the job, he couldn't help but wonder if the Resistance no longer believed he was on their side. Maybe this was the reason he was being laid off from his post. <br/><br/>"It's been three years living my life among those idiots," he said quietly. "I hated very minute of it. I missed my people. My friends... I don't even know of they're still alive. I wasn't allowed to contact anyone back home."</span>