Becca just stood there listening to Fanya describe her hopes to the group. It all sounded too good to be true but it was basically right in line with how Becca herself thought. She found herself smiling softly and felt her normal cheer returning. Perhaps this day was salvageable after all. Some of the weight seemed to lift although the rest of the weight would not be addressed until she knew Jynx was going to be okay. She found the idea of being on the side of good to be a wonderful idea.<br/><br/>Her smile faltered though when she realized that compared to the rest she felt a little lacking. Soldiers, snipers, doctors and even talkers like Emma all had their roles to play. She herself hated guns and violence no matter how necessary they might be. She could patch people up but only long enough to get them to more competent help and when she talked she tended to get flustered, especially in crowds. Sure she could keep their gear up and make sure the slides on their guns weren't full of crap so they would actually fire, she could probably even make sure the vertibird and the car stayed in good running order. While she was proud of her skills it just seemed that the others would be going off to change the world and she would sit in her room waiting to check guns and gear and hear the stories of their adventures.<br/><br/>She sighed softly. She knew she should not complain at the idea of being safe and still being helpful. It was good work to have if it came to that. She just really needed that shower and probably a really long nap.<span style="color: indigo"> "Well, Miss LaRae, for what's it's worth, you can count me in too." </span>She said with a bright smile while trying to keep her gaze above her new employer's collarbone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>