Hackett had taken to the side of the room, away from everyone, as Derrick and Franka talked she waved her hand to Utem and approached. "<strong>Belay that, he isn't worth the bullet.</strong>" Hackett said as she approached. Her eyes lingered on Derrick, hard and cold, but once back to Utem she lightened though the agitation in her mind was obvious. Her attention now turned to Jake, and she let her weapon hang freely from its sling. "<strong>Nice to meet you Jake, I'm Petty Officer Anna Hackett, US Navy. I'm sorry introductions weren't earlier, but I'm sure you can understand the relative difference between out there and in here. If your hurt, I'm a naval Corpsman so once we've secured the building I'll tend to your wounds.</strong>" Hopefully he wasn't a carrier, but then again she didn't know how the virus worked, that wasn't her concern. She watched him, Jake, for a few moments... seemingly interested but distantly so, her eyes were always moving, anyone who was around her for a while got the sense she was paranoid. In reality, she was like this because of her life, and in her mind she was thinking about Franka, wondering what to do with her. She put he mission at risk just by being here, her alliance was hard to pin down. Utem seemed loyal to the mission as did Ashleigh, Jake was one big unknown and Franka.... had no damn reason to care for any of them, and many reasons to care for Derrick's child.<br/><br/>Hackett hated these missions, where things got complicated. More and more often since the outbreak of the virus things were complicated. Civilians, tough ones like Franka, always complicated the mission. The care and determination to protect Ashleigh and her job were being fragmented by the presence of people Hackett couldn't trust, and as it stood, she had fewer confirmed allies than potential hostiles. She chuckled, seemingly at nothing, at the idea that Derrick and Franka might be 'hostiles', akin to an insurgent with an AK-47 and the willingness to use it. It made her grin, the irony at least, but something in the back of her mind was ready to snap. She had a job to do, and her entire existance as a SEAL and as a human was conflicted. One was created to kill, efficiently and without mercy, anyone who stepped into her path or risked her life, team or mission. But the human side of her felt such... sadness for what Franka and those like her had been forced to go through, she wanted to whisk these people out of here and out of this hell hole, somewhere nice... peaceful, back not to the way things were, but how they should be. But that was unrealistically conflicted with the soldier in her. Hackett wanted to go insane.<br/><br/>With that, she turned her attention Utem, flashing a brief smile at Ashleigh before dragging Utem away. "<strong>I'm beginning to lose faith in Derrick.</strong>" She casually looked at her weapon and then back up at Utem, her gaze unwaivering despite what she was about to say. "<strong>I didn't know he had a kid, let alone one here. But that doesn't matter. He's shown he'll betray us for his kid, so I don't want him leaving this building.</strong>" Hackett grabbed her rifle and nodded her head towards Franka, locking eyes with her, and Derrick. "<strong>If he tries anything.... kill him.</strong>" Hackett whispered so quietly, she swore Utem wouldn't even hear her. She steeled her gaze on him, the conflict she felt on possibly killing a teammate made her stomach twist and turn, she wondered if he felt the same. Regardless, the mission stood, Hackett didn't trust anything beyond these walls and in the back of her mind, there wasn't much she could trust inside either.<br/><br/>Turning to Franka, Hackett nodded and followed along side her, turning to face the rest of the group. "<strong>Alright, Jake, take the upstairs. Franka and I will clear this floor. Lets motor people, get your jobs done and we'll allocate long term tasking, and get some fucking rest.</strong>" Hackett grinned, her eyes going cold on Derrick as she turned and followed Franka.