<strong>Pixie</strong><br/><br/><em>Oh, well, I suppose a pick-up team like this was never going to have any stability when things go to hel</em>l, Pixie thought to herself as she strode alongside Felicia, not getting far from her employer.<em>It would be nice, though, if we'd had a defined chain of command - everyone's just trying to outshout everyone else, and whether the locals can see us or not, there's no question that they can hear everything we're yelling.</em><br/><br/>She stayed as close as she could, keeping her gun trained ahead of them as she escorted Felicia into the ruined hotel. The group's leader seemed worse off with every moment, heading off on her own... Pixie wasn't about to let that happen, hanging close with her until she saw her employer start to cry.<br/><br/><em>Arse.</em><br/><br/>"Um, Boss? Not the best time, come on, Boss," Pixie tried to be reassuring as she stepped up to put an arm around her employer's shoulder. She wasn't good at this - civilian reactions to trauma were a bit of a mystery to her, but they needed a leader to get out of here, and Felicia was the only one with any kind of authority. "Come on, if the other's see you like this, some bastard will try and walk all over you."<br/><br/>A fusillade of shots sounded outside, and shouting, and Pixie grinned at the noise, trying to joke about it. "Probably Yair, I guess, he seems a take-charge kind of idiot."<br/><br/>At that the door slammed open behind them, and Yair screamed at them. Pixie's head whipped round, and she saw the tentacle too.<em>Arse again! That's what comes of trying to hand-hold a civilian! </em><br/><br/>Her gun came up and she squeezed a burst into the tentacle, then another into the stall it was emerging from, keeping the rifle on target with difficulty as she tried to shepherd Felicia back out of the room.