Becca did not hesitate. Every second she did was another chance for the situation to get worse.<span style="color: indigo"> "Don't mind me Darlin"</span>She said to Annie, walking up and rooting through her bag with little ceremony. Pulling out two radaway, one disappeared into her pocket and the other she stuck in her arm, hissing in pain. She watched D walking out into the open and shook her head. This guy had balls; she had to give it to him. She just hoped those things did not get him killed.<span style="color: indigo">"Much obliged, thanks and thanks for helping Jynx... as much as she'd allow in any case." </span>She said with a soft, sincere smile.<br/><br/>She mulled over what D had told her to tell the mysterious man that was still out there somewhere. Benign in this case; a minor admission that they did want something from him. That was the crookedest straight answer she had ever heard. Looking back over her shoulder, eyeing each of the group in turn, she tried to figure out what motives united this motley band. She shook her head, random fucking chance is what did, nothing more. So why did she feel the need to try and make sure no one got hurt. She still wanted to give her thanks to the group that had been across the canyon. She knew that she owed them her life. She hoped she lived long enough to express her gratitude.<br/><br/>She turned back and walked up the path until she was out of sight. She crouched down, pulling the IV needle out of her arm and tossing the spent radaway into the dirt. She put her back against a rock face. She just did not want any sneaking up on her. She had enough of that shit for one day. Balancing her pistol on her thigh she rubbed her temples. She hated confrontation; she had managed to avoid it easily enough. In two hours fate took a piss all over that notion and it was straining her jovial nature.<span style="color: indigo"> "Mystery man," </span>She called out.<span style="color: indigo"> "I'm here. I need to talk to you... Please."</span>The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her shaky and feeling like she wanted to cry for some reason. She just needed to sleep, she needed to get away from the radiation and the soldiers and the guns and the violence and the terror of thinking that at any minute she might die.<span style="color: indigo"> "I'm a fucking mechanic." </span>She hissed under her breath.<span style="color: indigo">"How the hell am I supposed to fix all this insanity?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>