Becca took up a seat in the waiting room and just tried not to let the strain she was under show. She had always been told when growing up that it was important to keep the appearance of calm. It was damn hard right now though. Jynx was hurt badly, Duos still had not gotten an answers and she had no idea what they planned for him. She had promised to help them both and it really seemed that she was failing badly. She buried her face in her hands, trying to collect herself and sniffling softly and at the same timing struggling to keep back the tears. They would not do any good anyway. Jynx was in with the doctor now and it was out of her hands. Duos' answers would come once the more pressing matter of Jynx's survival was dealt with. She had gotten them here at least. It was little comfort but still a little comfort was better than nothing.<br/><br/>Becca untied the ponytail and combed her fingers through her hair. The dark brown mass hung down her back before she gathered it all back up, being sure to collect the strands that had escaped during the day's events. Letting out a soft sigh and feeling moderately better she took a look around the room at the others. Man did she feel out of place. Duos the marksman and all around sneaky bugger, the other sniper that she -still- had not gotten the name of, the cute girl with the blue mohawk that had taken off, the ghoul girl, and the members of D's crew all made that feeling like she was in over her head come back quite strong. They all looked like they could kick her ass on their worst day... well maybe not the medic girl, but the rest sure did. She shook her head slightly; again pondering the random set of circumstances had brought them all together.<br/><br/>Deciding not to sit and worry herself to death when it was completely out of her hands, Becca stood and stretched. Her lean frame arched and her arms extended as far as they could above her head. A small yawn escaped and she walked over to the other sniper, standing in front of him.<span style="color: indigo">"Hi, I'm Becca. We did not get a chance to be properly introduced in all the commotion. I just wanted to give my thanks for the help back there. I have a distinct feeling I would not be standing here if not for you." </span>She managed a bright smile when she finished speaking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>