Becca was more than little surprised by D's apparent sympathy for her mysterious friend's situation and even more by the gratitude that followed. She had been a helpful person all of her life, trying to do right like her parents raided her to. Still it was not too common to hear words of gratitude for her troubles. Most people thought she was a little soft in the head or that she was trying to scam them.<br/><br/>She was reaching her hand out to his, blushing softly when the smile that was just beginning to crease her slightly chapped turned to a wide-eyed look if shock. In the time it had taken her to brink, the empty space behind D filled with the image of the mystery man and he was pressing the rifle against the soldier's head in a none to friendly way.<br/><br/>The hissed command and the hammer clicking back made Becca flinch. Part of her was oddly happy that D had been taken by surprise, at least it meant that it was not just her that was unable to hear him coming. Reluctantly she took the weapons as the were handed to her.<span style="color: indigo"> "please don't shoot him, what if he is on the level, what if he can take us to someone that can help you?" </span>She still did not entirely trust the soldier or his story but if there was a chance to ease her new friend's suffering it would be worth it.<br/><br/>In silence she listened to D's explanation and it sounds credible enough. Her gaze flicked nervously to the others, noting that the medic seemed to be blocking out the scene and the others seemed to not have noticed or were disinterested.<span style="color: indigo"> "please come with us. There's no need for more bloodshed, okay?"</span>She said, the stress and hopefulness both easily heard in her tone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>