Was it just his head or was Franka acting a little flirtatious towards him? That could be a good sign, unless of course she was one of those women utilized by more...less than moral group of survivors. They'd frequently use women as bait, and to set people up for ambushes. Derrick really didn't need to be concerned about that, however his alarm was raised when she utilized his full name and mentioned that she knew why he was here.<br/><br/>Derrick narrowed his eyes before she dropped to her stomach, mentally he cursed Hackett for having happened upon the two of them. So Jasmine was still alive! There was no way he could be this lucky, to drop into a forest and come across a survivor who seemingly knows of his mission. However this assured that Derrick couldn't let anything happen to her. Putting himself between Franka and the direction the sight had come from, he said<strong>"Whoa, whoa. Relax, just keep cool."</strong>Keeping his eyes trained on her, he gently responded<strong>"Nothing is going to happen, if she'd wanted you dead? You'd be dead by now. Look at me here, I promise you...nothing will happen to you...but what do you mean that you know why I am here?"</strong>Derrick needed to hear it for himself, he needed to hear that this woman knew of Jasmine, that Jasmine was alive and she knew where she was.<br/><br/>Listening to her explain about the plane, Derrick tried to recall if he had heard of any expeditions in the area for a moment before quietly thinking to himself that the soldier sounded like one of those Gung-Ho types who didn't know how to handle themselves in the new world, where the enemy weren't guerillas who they could exchange fire with. Derrick sighed as he crossed his arms gently, Franka would not be  let out of his sights. Not until he had Jasmine back in his arms, until that point? His new best friend here was made first priority, even above that of the group's resident scientist.