Britomart nodded sadly and then sighed. "<span style="color: red">good, we need a gate."</span>she nodded to the ones volunteering to cook before she sighed angrily.<span style="color: red">"well if your so sure your going to die at least choose to die fighting for your life, dont lay down like a whipped dog and be executed. you never know, you might suprise yourself with what you can manage when you put your mind to it."</span>she nodded to the men before she went back to the work area and set to work on several contraptions, all of them obviously meant for defense of the base.<br/><br/>Susan was in the temple tending to a small chind with a badly cut leg, slowly healing it as she hummed a soothing tune to the boy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>