There was a look on the girl's face when the canyon view was revealed to her through the open chopper door. She raised her dark eyebrows and upper lip, and pouted her little nose. It was an expression that could say, "I'm not going to eat<i>that</i>", or rather, "We're not seriously going to land down<i>there</i>, are we?" It wasn't exactly the impression she wanted to give, but in the loud noise of the whirling rotors, she wasn't able to speak her mind.<br/><br/>The real reason for her expression was actually something completey different. Annie wasn't an expert in combat tactics, but looking down at the canyon floor seemed outright ridiculous even to her. Everyone was so spread out that it seemed like they were just thrown down there from an airplane without a parachute. At least people weren't firing at each other, which was a good thing, but that was exactly why she got the impression of everyone being on the same side. It was a battle of deathclaws versus humans, and that's all she was able to make out of it. She sighed and pushed her back against the seat.<br/><br/>The light leather armor she had been equipped with had started to feel uncomfortable already. It didn't let her body to breathe and made her all sweaty without even taking part in any action. The medical supplies she was carrying with her in a bag weighted five times more than the case she had lost to the deathclaw, and were about ten times less useful. She gave another curious glance at the girl under the cowboy hat, and then closed her eyes with her head leaning against the back of her seat. At least Annie wasn't alone in all this.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>