Jeanette felt a surge of mixed emotions as she helped the other two get the sergeant out of his armor, mostly due to his response. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or not and to be frank, were he being serious it was a bit strange. However this didn't show outwardly as she focused on getting his armor off,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Aw, hell... shouldn't we be in a bedroom if I am gonna be strippin for 3 women?</span>" Came his response as they undressed his armor to show his BDUs underneath it and Jeanette laughed a bit, "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Never met an exhibitionist gal, have you, Sarge?</span>"<br/><br/>Quickly the sergeant was giving orders of what squad members were to do and with Jeanette and Andrea pre-occupied with removing his armor there wasn't much they could do other than help the medic do what she had to in order to get the sergeant upright. That was when a sharp<i>clang!</i>invaded Jeanette's hearing amongst the removing of armor and immediately she looked towards the source of the noise which was a hallway behind a somewhat closed door.<br/><br/>What Jeanette saw however was a phantom memory of her son and daughter, holding hands and running away laughing. At first she could practically touch them though she didn't reach her arms out. Slowly they began to move away as if caught in a rift in time and she were looking back in to the past, slowly they ran away from her, giggling as they ran away from a parent who was bound to give chase for a game.<br/><br/>To an outside viewer it would be very clear something was wrong as the arm that was holding her Lancer up, the other still on the piece of armor she had removed, fell limp and the lancer's side clattered to the floor as her hand dropped the piece of armor it was holding and immediately grasped at underneath her armor at the silver cross and clenched it tightly in her fist. Her jaw fell as she gasped for a breath of air as the current load of air was knocked from her by an invisible fist slamming in to her gut. The expression on her face transformed from the rock of dire circumstance to a softer, anguished appearance, her eyelids fluttering rapidly for only a couple seconds as she fought back the tears of the memory brought to life.<br/><br/>As the phantoms of her imagination ran away in a slower passage of time, they faded away and as quickly as it had come, it passed. Her arm flexed as she picked up the Lancer she called her own and held it with both hands, standing up straight and holding her weapon in both hands as she went to investigate the disturbance. Wordlessly, leaving her comrades to guess as to what earlier was about though the silver cross dangled outside of her armor now.<br/><br/>Heading to the ruins of the somewhat still standing door, she stepped next to it and waited a moment before she lifted her leg and quite abruptly put boot to the door and send the remains of the door flying open to leave in her field of vision a humanoid figure, immediately Jeanette responded,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Don't move!</span>" She exclaimed though didn't shout, she was raising her voice a bit to illustrate the point as if having a Lancer pointed at the girl's chest wasn't enough to paint the image of no-bullshit-here for the stranded. Jeanette quickly sized her up and immediately spoke, her tone dripping with contempt for the girl,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Decide to come out of the woodwork? Hate to tell you but nothing you can steal from our corpses, honey.</span>" Her tone quite clearly showing her disdain for the stranded woman, Jeanette eyed her over and noticed the child she had strung over her shoulders,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Doc! Got a wounded kid!</span>" She shouted over her shoulder in case the situation wasn't obvious from far off already, she kept her gaze and weapon locked on the woman, "<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Move so much as a toe too quickly, girl, you get two in the chest and one in the head.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>