Dominika paid very little mind to the man as he all but shouted at her, growing red in the face with rage at the very sensible shot she took. Instead of replying or even gracing the man with acknowledgement she continued on, bounding forward behind Zi towards the shelter the forward observer was using during his last few moments of life. It was when she saw the bulky form of the radio and the dangling receiver that she’d realized the man had in fact had a partner but really that was all the more reason to have taken the shot in her mind, eliminating scouts was simply standard practice rather than let them sneak up behind you or pin you down until their brother’s arrived.<br/><br/>It was when DAnial snarked at her the last time that she finally showed some sort of reaction however, the shorter but much more confident and less shaken woman walking right up to him and looking him in the eye without so much as flinching.<b><i><span style="color: blue"> “ You need to shut up, bastard. There’s no need to go crying like a little girl over a shot that could have very well kept buckshot out of your back.”</span></i></b>Her voice rasped through the emitter on her gasmask and she shook her head in defiance, rifle cradled in her arms.<b><i><span style="color: blue">“ I am going to take the mutants over however many damn men they want to throw at us. You can sit here and flail like a child or you can grow a pair and make your father proud. I don’t care.”</span></i></b>Dominika would have spit if it would have done her any good but behind her gasmask it’d had only made things worse. After shouting the man down she looks to Zi and then jeiyce.<b><i><b><i><span style="color: blue">“ Well?”</span></i></b></i></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>