<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice would never have complained about Peter offering their help. She knew that in emergencies, every pair of hands could mean the difference between life and death for one person, or even more. If she could help even one miner, Alice would feel that it had been worth the effort. <br/><br/>Staying silent, she listened to Serge. Things really didn't look too bright. Alice's hand slid into Peter's, and she squeezed it tightly. That situation hit too close to home for Alice to even pretend to be indifferent about it. She could feel her eyes burning a little just to think about the possibility.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Alice tried to think that there had to be hope that those people were still alive.<br/><br/>When Serge mentioned Bull's luck, Alice laughed. <span style="color: #4040FF">"No way. There will be no knocking up on this girl here. And I'm not nearly half as patient as Bull's girl".</span> <br/><br/>After Serge left then alone, Alice took a deep breath. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Pete"</span>, she murmured quietly. It was the first time she had called him that, but Alice felt like he wouldn't mind. <span style="color: #4040FF">"If what they are bringing back up are only bodies... I... I can't."</span><br/><br/>She took a deep breath. <span style="color: #4040FF">"I can deal with living and breathing people in terrible conditions. But not bodies, I'm sorry. I hope you won't think less of me for this.</span>"</div>