Vyk shifted, watching the gear with the gun pointed at her face. "<span style="color: DarkRed">Yep, because I'm a stranded means all I want to do is dance on your corpse, not salvage fair loot to benefit those you all damned.</span>" She smirked at the woman, tilting her head to the side. As the medic walked up she noticed the medkit. "<span style="color: DarkRed">Besides, I only wanted a medkit and some weapons and ammo to help the other stranded.</span>" She nodded to Jess, walking in behind her to the crash site, lowering the boy carefully onto a flat piece of rubble.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">He was shot in the gut by a locust a bit ago, after his entire family was <i>murdered by the locust you brought here</i>.</span>" She ended the statement with clear venom toward the squad, carefully backing up several steps in a defensive stance. Her glances jumped from each one, trying to figure out who was the leader to properly accuse of the locust arrival. For the first time since she bolted from the house while being chased by the locust, she paused to run her hands over the armor, checking for punctures that would indicate she may have been injured. A simply glance over wouldn't work now that her chestplate was partly stained with blood, creating a gruesome red trim to the armor.<br/><br/>She shook her head, glaring at them and hoping the boy would live, that she had managed to get him here in time to be saved. If not... Vyk didn't want another death on her mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>