Derrick let Franka go, and made his way over to one of the walls. Crouching down gently before taking a seat, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Him and the group presently had an equal dislike in regards to one another, but he had to stay close to Franka and ensured she stayed alive. Hell, he had a nagging urge to do the right thing and try to see the mission through. Jasmine was always the endgame, but despite his general apathy he knew he couldn't bring her out of relative safety until things somehow made sense. Putting a hand to his head, he leaned it back and took in a small breath. Watching Hackett for a second before smirking. That woman infuriated him to no ends. Her dedication to living by the book. She had a strength to her, but she was trying too hard to be the good soldier. That was impossible in this world, she'd learn one way or another.<br/><br/>Still, the news that Jasmine's mother died? It finally hit him right there, it felt like a kick to the stomach. He had always thought he would outlive her, yet apparently he was proven wrong. Franka had become a surrogate mother to his daughter, that meant something to Derrick. Good people still existed on the planet, too bad he wasn't one of them. Everytime he held Jasmine, it didn't feel right. The blood he had on his hands, the horrible things he was responsible for? Derrick took a look around, and knew that everyone in the room was definitely uneasy regarding him. He was unpreditable a wild card. How far had he fallen since the outbreak?