M kept her gaze away from the Sentinel's face. She felt ashamed of her reality, perhaps even more than of her previous actions. Admitting that she wanted to escape a life of rapings, among other things, wasn't good for the girl's pride. A life where she didn't even have a name. Taking a deep breath, M focused on the problem at hand.<br/><br/>Hearing Jacks state that they would not surrender gave the girl a new injection of strength. That was it. They wouldn't surrender. They would fight, and who knows, maybe even win.<br/><br/>As the men started stirring sand into the air, M felt like her throat was dry, and her eyes were burning. Not only could she not see properly, the sand was starting to make it difficult to breathe properly. Coughing a little, the young woman tried to keep herself as useful as possible. When Jacks said he would be back, she shook her head.<span style="font-style: italic">How the hell am I supposed to hit something?</span><br/><br/>Gripping her weapon, she hoped she could do something from her standpoint. When the men started trying to break in, she gripped harder. Once again, she told herself she wouldn't go down easily. And she didn't plan on getting caught alive. Keeping her pistol firmly in her hand, she prepared to shoot anyone who managed to break in the room.