Zi quickly crouched down beside the fallen sniper, curling her lip in revulsion at the gaping cavity through the man's mask and skull. The wound was marginally cleaner than a bullet-hole... but not by all that much. Swallowing audibly in an effort to calm her stomach, the girl leaned forward and began to examine the damage to his gear. The mask was a complete wash; with the faceplate shattered, it was worse than useless and replacing the visor alone would be more work than simply scavenging a whole new mask. The filters, though- she could salvage them. Working quickly under the new time constraint, Zi plucked the knife from the corpse's vest and wedged its tip into the crease, popping the active filter from the mask and slipping it into her vest before moving onto rifling through the man's pockets. She'd hoped to find something of value to discreetly line her own personal coffers, but all that he had on him when Dominika gave him a new hole to breathe out of was a single extra magazine for his Kalash, a spare filter, some canned goods in his  and a tacky little ring in his breast-pocket. For a moment, she thought it was a lucky break and assumed it was gold, but closer inspection revealed that it was simply copper with a thin layer of paint. With a scoff, she casually dropped it into the neckline of her shirt for safe-keeping. Maybe with a bit of work, she could pawn it off on some gullible fool later.<br/><br/>So far, Zi had... mixed feelings about her new cadre of comrades. Daniel seemed competent enough from what she'd seen so far, but that occasional break in his calm left a really poor image as their would-be leader. Confident men didn't feel the compulsion to flaunt their authority when things went south, and that left her with the impression that he was desperate to earn respect. Dominika, on the other hand, seemed wholly capable in that quiet, reserved sort of way, but that came with the pitfall of suspicion; being a lone-wolf of sorts herself and knowing the mindset quite well, Zi couldn't help but wonder what circumstances it would take for the woman to leave the rest of them to burn. And Jeiyce... she couldn't quite get a read on him yet, but the nature of his gear left a bitter taste in her mouth. She had never seen weapons like his before, and that left her wary.<br/><br/>As she raised herself to a mid-level crouch and shuffled away from the corpse, Zi couldn't help but risk a quick peek over the edge of her cover to see what her odds were. And from what she saw, it was a hard choice on what was a more terrifying fate; the Red Line hated her and would likely execute her on the spot if they managed to recognize her, but the Fourth Reich wasn't exactly a better option- the xenophobic freaks had a particular hatred for anyone of ethnic descent outside of their own. The fact that she was also a woman was merely icing on the cake for the lack of respect they'd show, and only opened up a new box of horrors that she had absolutely no intention of discovering.<br/><br/>It was a rare thing to say, but she had to admit that the surface monsters were looking pretty appealing as a demise right now.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Any bright ideas?</span>" she hissed at the rest of the group in general, eyes wildly darting around as they instinctively searched for a way out of the situation. "<span style="color: Magenta">Or shall I begin writing my eulogy now?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>