Franka, her stretching done, next fished out a bit of cloth. She was loath to waste any drinking water on cleaning herself up, so she knelt down and lightly brushed the cloth over the long, dewy grass until it was soaked, then shook it out and ran it over her face and what of her neck she could reach above the leather collar, scrubbing away at the spots where the blood was dry. She soaked the cloth again, rubbed it over her hair. She could only get the worst off, but it was better than nothing. After she had cleaned her hands and the machete, she considered putting coal on her face again, but as they were out of the woods now, it would not be the only light surface around, there were enough stones, the hay wasn't dark, either - no need for that icky camouflage.<br/><br/>It was then she heard Hackett's 'Copy.'. Aha! That had been why she felt observed, she wasn't paranoid at all, the soldier was nearby, and with her night vision, she must have seen her. Luckily, Franka had no suspicions about the nature of Hackett's watching her, or their first meeting might have been a lot more awkward than it was likely to become now. With a last careful glance around, Franka stored her cloth away and strolled over to the one member of the team whose name she didn't know, careful to maintain her usual distance. "Hi." She whispered, and although it was just a single word, it had enough warmth to convey another meaning, along the lines of 'Good to see you, glad you made it.'  That this was the direction of Franka's thoughts was confirmed by her question. "You alright?"