Ruth had watched the sun rise over the Caspian sea, deep in introspection. When the plane landed, the quiet girl said a short prayer before standing up, stretching, and walking forward to meet the others.<br/><br/>She was a small girl, and quiet. It often seemed as if she were overshadowed by the personality and force of the other girls, but truthfully, Ruth preferred it that way. Today, she wore a long-sleeved loose shirt in beige, and loose light cotton pants. Her loose styles concealed a tightly trained body, every bit as much a weapon as the guns she carried. Her long brown hair was tied back in a messy bun, a style chosen more for convenience than appearance.<br/><br/>She walked softly to the front of the plane, having left her boots by her seat. She leaned down on the back of Danielle's seat, her hand resting softly on the other girl's shoulder, and smiled gently.