Dominika was next up after Zi, remaining silent as she batted away Daniel’s offered hand and pulled herlself up instead, refusing to take help she did not need. In the tunnels the woman had donned her gasmask and pulled the hood of her jumpsuit up over her head, making her form look androgynous and most importantly kept her skin covered from whatever lay on the surface.<br/><br/>After checking her gear and briefly cleaning the scope of her Tihair with a spare cloth from somewhere inside the satchel at her side Dominika finally hazarded a look around, her head panning left to right as she took in the broken past of humanity and a world that had truly moved past humanity in only a few brief years. Everything was so eerily quiet unlike the tunnels of the metro. She could hear the settling of the metal from quite some distance away, the swaying of grass in the harsh gales that dotted the surface. It made Dominika sad and both struck her with awe at the same time. The former ganger had seen these streets before, in humanity’s prime. Everywhere she looked the woman could reconstruct once she once saw. Crowded streets filled with cars, impatient drivers looking only to make it home or to work and of course the noises, the laughter and talking. Now? Now the surface reminded her of some monument to humanity and its hubris, hell it reminded her of the monuments they’d made out of the German camps.<br/><br/>Still, the surface was a dangerous place to get lost in one’s thoughts and she quickly shook her head, her filter releasing the familiar white smoke as she took a strained breath and held back a sigh. Thankfully at that moment it was Daniel’s voice that saved her from getting lost in her own morbid musings once more, the woman’s head perking up instantly as she was asked what she saw and almost immediately tensed up afterward like she just remembered how hostile of a place the surface was.<br/><br/>Quickly she sought cover just as Zi had, ducking behind tall grass for concealment before bringing her Tihar to shoulder and making sure her Duplet was secure on its sling. The woman raises her weapon’s old and battered pre-war scope to her eye and carefully slows her breathing, letting her heart rate fall like Jeiyce had taught her so long ago when teaching her the finer points of shooting. Each breath rang in her ears, just like the sounds of the empty environment around them that filtered through her hood. What she saw around herself was just as barren, little more than crumbling walls and buildings and a few burned out husks of cars that probably were still so radiated that they could cook flesh and send a Geiger counter into a clicking frenzy. Her rifle panned right to left, slowly and a few times she could be seen pausing, adjusting the focus of the delicate instrument before nodding subtly to herself and continuing on before she stopped and bristled all of a sudden, scope locked death north and her closed fist held up.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue"><b><i>“Dead North. Glare. Looks like a gas mask peeking out from behind the ruined wall some hundred-fifty meters away. “  </i></b></span>Dominika’s voice was calm and quiet as she spoke, her motions now deliberately slow as she adjusted the focus of her scope once more. “ I can see puffs from the filter. Could be dust from the wall or breath.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>