The towering woman blinked as she heard Franz’ words, she had expected much, but an apology for what essentially was caused by her own manners where not one of them, that caused her to calm and take her completely by surprise making her forget for a moment to hold him in contempt enough to allow him to slip under her emotional defenses.<br/>Gritting her teeth she shook her head again, she was not truly angry even then as she simply shrugged and called out back at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">“Good Lance-Knight, can you please help me set the perimeter? If Metallica is right then they are going to swarm here based on our emotions. And there is a lot of anger directed at our instructors for dumping us in the river and a lot of fear here. So… The first training our instructors want is probably to calm our emotions.”</span><br/><br/>The tall bitchy woman kept her focus on the jungle even as she swirled the minigun around slowly, breathing in calmly, breathing out, the soft rays of the morning sun glistening off her pale skin as she stood there, already sweating in the humid air.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">“And I don’t know about you, but I will feel less afraid knowing that we have a perimeter and organized ourselves. I don’t care who wants to step up and actually pull their own weight for once, but I just want it done. I believe most of us are in agreement with that. No?”</span><br/><br/>There. That had to do it, she didn’t want to overplay her bitchy streak so much they wanted to dump her either after all, just enough that it might stop them from wanting to get too close to her. That ought to do it. Damnit... With one thing.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange">"And yeah... alright, I accept your apology, just don't make it a habbit of needing to give one, okay?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>