Andrea put on a grin as Darion made his joke. Her eyes narrowed, giving the grin a more sinister tinge, when the last word fell out of his mouth. There was something about him that didn't make her want to punch a hole through his head, maybe it was his casual manner in this grave situation, maybe it was the fact that he was already injured. She let the comment slide. She even humored him with a chuckle. Her hand reached up to her face and took off the re-breather from her headpiece, letting it hang loosely. For the first time, her mouth was revealed, revealing the small scar above her lips and the faintest of smiles. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Remind me ta knock out yer teeth when we don't got Locust on our asses.</span>" She leaned down closer to him, her face only inches from his. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Besides, I don't think ya want me ta be gentle ya perv.</span>", she said before she gave an uncharacteristically playful wink. Her hand floated from his shoulder to his face before ending in a gentle but firm slap.<br/><br/>She chuckled softly before putting her re-breather back into place and standing up while Darion looked over his weapons. She spent the minutes looking at the medic treat the Stranded while her mind wandered to the bag of pills safely hidden inside her armor. Now that she had taken the bag out, seen the small blue pieces of joy, and even had one in her hand, a sort of itch had started up. One she knew she couldn't scratch at now. She couldn't put her squad in more danger than they already were. She felt the familiar poking of exasperation in the pit of her stomach. She took her eyes off the bleeding boy to look back at her CO, he hadn't taken the pill. Where'd he put it? Did he throw it away, waste it? Her breathing quickened as she started looking him over, studying him.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Hey Andrea, help me up. Let's see who came to came to raid our corpses. And I hear you Frost. Keep your eyes open, as soon as you see the Locust, tell us and give us a distance.</span>"<br/><br/>His voice pierced her feverish mind. She went over and helped him to his feet, placing herself under his uninjured left arm to support him. While her right arm wrapped under him to help lift him up, her left hand went down to her waist and grabbed the Boltok pistol strapped to her armor. Although she wasn't actively aiming at the girl, it was obvious by the looks she was giving the Stranded that she was ready to whip the pistol up and blow her brains against the wall. She looked around and could see figures in the shadows, guns in hand ready to kill them and take their armor and supplies. They were just waiting.<br/><br/>She scowled behind her headpiece when James offered the ration to the Stranded. She didn't exactly approve, rations they gave away were rations not fueling them and honestly, they would probably be needing the fuel later on. She wasn't gonna deny the girl the food though, she was logical but she wasn't cruel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>