The tall woman stiffened slightly at the notion of being compared to Bloody Mary and scowled softly shaking her head as she gripped the Gattling gun firmly in her arms and stood there looking into the jungle before calling back.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Right then Lance-Knight, just get your shit and snurbad together and live up to your own words, and whether you like it or not, we need to get the priorities straight. So you can argue and bicker, or you can make yourself useful and help guard the perimeter, while the nun gets useful and stays in the middle with all the other people and sort a rotation. We need things sorted now, not when the shit hits the fan."</span><br/><br/>She scowled softly before adding, almost as an afterthought.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“This is about working together Lance-Knight, not about being the ‘lone wolf’ if I was one such I’d not bother with telling you to be a part of setting up a perimeter with me. So, now show the small bit of competence I do think you have, or find someone else who know how to work together.”</span><br/><br/>The words were spoken plainly even as she kept standing there impassively looking out towards the jungle, her grip adjusting slightly on the weapon as those ice-blue eyes scanned her surroundings.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“And once that’s done, we should be sure to form ourselves into small groups, you know, simple method like in kindergarten, each one of us will be responsible to knowing about others in our own group, so that no one gets left behind. You know the style, before we move out someone, probably me, calls out ‘anyone missing someone’ and then if no one does, we’ll move on. You know, as a group.<br/>
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Got a problem with working as a part of a group Lance-Knight?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>