A loud sigh escaped, the pattering of footsteps heralding the boy always sent to get her whenever the stranded camp needed a good set of eyes. The teenaged girl rolled off the bed of the room, walking over and opening the door. "<span style="color: darkRed">Fine, I'll head up, you bring the radio?</span>" She snatched the radio from the boy's belt, walking back in and closing the door to stop his staring at the half-naked form before him. Slipping on a tattered grey long-sleeved shirt, Vyk quickly fastened her armor on, the mostly COG armor missing the right arm  and pieces of the leg armor, those areas covered in looted Locust armor scraps.<br/><br/>After getting dressed, she climbed on top of the bed, using her armored hand to punch a loose tile in the ceiling. Bringing her other hand clad in a fingerless glove, she retrieved her weapons from the stash and strapped them on before walking outside. As she hiked toward the bell tower, one eye keeping watch on the skies for the King Raven. In her mind, she was tempted to shoot one of her torque bow rounds into the cockpit, causing the helicopter to crash and maybe kill all the gears inside. She image of them was tainted by her upbringing, viewing them as the cause of E-day and the death of those she knew and loved, especially her family. During the climb up to the top of the tower, she dismissed that fantasy, knowing it'd only cause more trouble for the rather nice stranded camp near the city.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: darkRed">Old man? Looks like the chopper is going into the city. I thought nothing important was here?</span>" She called into the radio, watching the Raven through the basic scope on the modified bow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>