Becca jumped when the voice broke the silence only mere feet from her.<span style="color: indigo"> "Damn it! Don't do that, my nerves are frayed enough without you sneaking up on me!"</span>She quickly wiped the wetness from her eyes and took a deep breath. She fought to bury the fear and exhaustion. There would be time for that later. Now she had shit to handle and there would be no chance of that if she could not even handle herself.<br/><br/>Cautiously she reached out and poked him just to confirm he was that sneaky and not that he was some wierd hallucination. It was a relief that he felt solid, she was beginning to think she had lost her mind.<span style="color: indigo"> "sorry I yelled." </span>She mumbled sheepishly before suddenly wrapping her arms around his neck.<span style="color: indigo">"and thank you, I owe you my life."</span><br/><br/>She pulled back, blushing softly.<span style="color: indigo">"And didn't I tell you my rifle was good. I do know my stuff you know."</span>She managed a shaky smile and her poor attempt of a joke. A trembling sigh rattled from her and she ran her hand through her hair, some strands having escaped the ponytail she had it in. It was fairly easy to see that the stress of the situation was getting to her.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"They say that they want to help you, they say that you, knowingly or not, have information of some value to them. I don't think they are the folks that did anything to you but the guy said if you come along their boss has more detail." </span>Her hand came to rest on his shoulder, and her dark eyes stared into his eyes... or rather his mask.<span style="color: indigo">"I can't tell you that I fully trust them but even as good as I am I think poking blindly around with you might do more harm then good." </span>With that she stood, holding out a hand to him.<span style="color: indigo"> "For what it's worth I will do what I can to project you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>