What the hell was this soldier thinking? Well one thing on her mind mainly was where was she. Rubbing her shoulder she looked up to the man and watched as he "levitated" lower to the ground. Soon he was looking at her. Why was he looking at her like that? Well she was stubborn and she was confused on how the hell she was alive. That blast took her life almost completely hadn't it? Oh how it hurt thinking about it. He then spoke and she rose a brow. Shouldn't be moving? She wanted to move. She wanted to know why she was here. She didn't want to lay down any longer either. Sighing she hunched over and then sat up stretching and popping her back, still looking at the man curiously. Though that look went away as he said he saved her, wait... how the bloody hell did he do that?<br/><br/>Though what was he scanning her with? Was that a medical phaser? No way... she had to be dreaming. Erica's head then turned left to right, up and down at the new voice. Her gaze then was back on his as he began to state how he found her and the condition she had been in. So she had been dead pretty much. As well... she was tripped over... nice. Watching his fleeting back she then wiggled a little before he took her arm, "What are you- OW!" she growled and rubbed her arm when he let go. Glaring she made a face at his back then went normal as he faced her. Lance Stormyriver. That was his name. Wait... was that Indian?<br/><br/>Blinking she looked to him, "Erica Flannel, High General to the Marines." she said shrugging and rubbed her arm again. Though... what was the point to be alive... if she had no idea if her only family member that she had left was? Eh not like she would kill herself, she'd go on. For him.