Becca smiled softly, shaking her head lightly at Fanya's concern when she was clearly the worst injured. Becca was more embarrassed at her ineffective rescue effort and the resultant very public display. She ached between her legs something awful but it was not something that she would whine about. It was a small thing when compared against both Fanya's injuries and the good that had come out of it.<br/><br/>The sudden sounds from all sides made Becca's head whip around and she took a small step toward Sue, drawing strength from her presence. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves and she found herself blushing when the fire team encircled them. Her embarrassment increased when she realized just how many pairs of eyes must have watched her ordeal.<br/><br/>Before she really knew what was going on they were moving. Someone had shoved her rifle back in her hands and Fanya's cloak was around her. Sue had pulled away to get her gear back on and Becca looked forlornly at the shreds that were once an outfit she had been fond of. Her eyes always made sure to keep Sue in sight. She still could not bear the thought of something happening to the pink-haired girl. She knew that she was not the best person to keep her safe but it did not mean for a second she would not try.<span style="color: indigo">"Thanks Fanya."</span>She mumbled softly, indicating the loaned cloak. It was worse for wear and the feeling of Fanya's blood soaking the material made her cringe but at least it preserved her modesty.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>