Sorina was sitting on the ground when the sound came. She recognized it right away, and yelled at the others. "<em>An American helicopter!</em>" She spoke Russian to them. As a young Soviet pilot, having been rescued by her new companions just a few days earlier, she spoke Russian very well, and English, less so...<br/><br/>An helicopter noise, however, is something she could recognize instantly. When they spotted it, and several members of her group started to fire at it, she wanted to join the fray. But she was not an army soldier, and had no heavy gun. All she had on her revealing outfit was a few emergency rations in one pocket, and a small TT-33 handgun in the other. There was no way bullets from such a gun would be of any use, so she didn't even bother firing. It would be a waste of ammo.<br/><br/>When the helicopter finally went down, she cheered at Hannibal. "<em>Way to go!</em>" The man didn't seem to hear her however, being completely focused on running after the one American girl who was running away, along with most of the group. Sorina, however, was more interested in the helicopter. She went towards the down bird, hoping to find something of use.<br/><br/>The vehicle was wrecked, unusable, and there were flames coming out of the engine which looked quite dangerous. She decided to take a quick look anyways. Climbing onboard, she immediately noticed the pilot was dead, a large metal support having impaled him straight across the chest. Sorina winced at the sight, but in her usual defiant manner, she shrugged the sight away and kept going. She went to the pilot seat, and noticed the co-pilot was still breathing, moving slightly around, bleeding heavily from several injuries.<br/><br/>Sorina pulled her handgun and pointed it at the American co-pilot. He noticed her and froze, his hand going for his own M-9 handgun laying on the ground near him. But Sorina motioned for him not do move. "<em>Don't move!</em>" she said in Russian, then added in her broken English accent "American pig!" The man was obviously in a lot of pain and could barely keep his eyes open, so he didn't bother trying anything.<br/><br/>Sorina looked around the cockpit, and quickly found a few more emergency rations that she pocketed for later use, as well as a handheld radio. It looked like it still had power but she couldn't hear anything out of it. Not knowing if it would be of any use, she decided to bring it along.<br/><br/>Turning back to the man, she wondered what to do with him. However, it turned out that she didn't get to decide after all. He was already dead.<br/>