Hannah let slip a barely noticeable sigh as she moved past Donovan, just realising that his greeting would be more than she could hope for, the gesture of recognition instead going to Dawn, behind her. She supposed she deserved to be ignored. After all, it's not as if she made an effort to be friendly herself. And more so, she had offered only the same treatment to the squad leader, when he had tried to include her. Hannah shook her head, trying not to think about it as she stood outside of the doorway in hopes that direction might come to her. This kind of seperation made her job easier. Or at least, that's how she tried to justify it.<br/><br/>She still stood, probably looking a little dazed. Hannah hardly gave the impression that she was someone you wanted watching your back. Indeed, she didn't look like she should be here. Her cold blue eyes betrayed a certain fragility, her bare footed stance making her seem vulnerable, strange even. But these things never crossed her mind. She took a few steps out of the doorway, not entirely sure about what she was doing. It would come to her, she was sure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>