Hackett felt like a child in the spot light after having done something wrong. She could almost hear her brothers laughing at her, and the heat of her mothers gaze was making her face warm. Embarrassment was not something Hackett did well, nor did she deal with it like a normal person. Her eyes returned to the floor as she waited for Franka to respond, and only her ears paid attention when she did. Not that Hackett didn't want to listen, but since offering her apologies, she felt like that had been a mistake. Hackett didn't usually apologize for anything, let alone in times like this, in the field. Now wasn't the time for feelings like that or feeling like you've done something wrong, now was the exact opposite time for that kind of feeling. It didn't do her well to think she'd been harsh or overly distant to someone trying to help, that was kind of her basic nature but also a requirement for this part of the world, especially today. Previous experience had taught Hackett to be aggressive, especially around the infected, and most importantly so around people who had been cut off from modern civilization for so long a time.<br/><br/>At this point, Hackett was thinking about other things, but her mind returned to Franka when she mentioned Hackett getting infected. She raised an eyebrow and wanted to voice her opinion on the likelyhood of that happening and Hackett not going down before, but knew it wasn't the time. "<strong>Well, I'll do my best not to inconveinience you.</strong>" Hackett nodded, shifting her body so she was leaning against the wall. "<strong>I'll do my best to get dropped somewhere outside, if that makes you feel better.</strong>" Hackett grinned, crossing her legs as she again moved a bit, her eyes lifting up from the floor to watch Franka undoing her shoes, with some effort, and hesitated to mention trying to rush won't help. But she got them off, and Hackett chuckled at her socks, nodding as though she were agreeing to be jealous. Although they were a bit more cutsey than her preferences, the nice wool socks she had on were more than comfortable enough to do the job. "<strong>You've got me, I'm actually a sucker for hello kitty socks.</strong>"<br/><br/>Hackett again averted her eyes to the ground, not waiting for anything specific, just waiting, as Franka began to really undress. Hackett knew Franka had nothing she didn't, but it still felt a bit awkward to be watching her strip down and having only seen her face clearly a few minutes ago for the first time, but then, that was the same thing for any of Hackett's bisexual flings that lasted a few hours and never went further. She noted Franka didn't strike her as the practical underwear type, especially not with the socks she had, but it also made sense with the life she likely lived here. Hackett didn't let her eyes wander though, or tried to avoid letting them, now wasn't the time for her to get preoccupied. She really didn't trust walls to protect her, even against an enemy that couldn't fire back, they made up for it in resilience and animalistic drive.<br/><br/>The mood in the bathroom seemed to ease, Hackett was less embarrassed and seemed more at ease as Franka was just fueling an air of chipper thrill, her desire to take a shower seemed to rub off on Hackett as she relaxed and calmed, though still ready to jump into action. Hackett nodded at Franka's words, distantly, but she did agree in part that Hackett handled the whole thing like she was expected too, but it hardly seemed fair considering the relatively unnecessary risk Franka had taken. Hackett stood up and cleared her throat, checking her rifle quickly and nodding towards the door. Hackett wanted to respond to Franka's remarks about her being an outsider, true or not, Hackett felt there was something to be said, Franka did something not a large number of people would have done.<br/><br/>Still, that seemed distant as Franka seemed to be getting closer to her shower and Hackett again blushed. She strained, awkwardly, to give Franka some idea of privacy as she pulled her shirt off. "<strong>I'll give you some privacy.</strong>" Hackett stole a final look at Franka and slowly, almost leisurely, headed for the door.