With a nod of acknowledgment to Utem and a smile of assurance to Ashleigh, Hackett spun on her heels to follow Franka into the house. Rightfully so, her rifle was up, her finger extended outside of the trigger guard but ready to snap to at the first second of trouble. Her forward, left hand, gripping the foregrip of her HK416 and her posture, totally professional. She was one in a million, but inreality she was one in a few thousand across the world. The only thing separating her from her male comrades was her size and hair, voice and looks. Hackett followed Franka down a hallway, and the young woman began to open doors and show the rooms. Hackett smirked a little, nodding her head to herself, she knew she kind of deserved that kind of treatment. She hadn't been exactly kind to anyone as of far, but then again, she wasn't paid for politeness.<br/><br/>Pro to her attitude however, Hackett cleared each room quickly and thoroughly, her eyes expressively seeping her gaze into every corner of the room, taking in details and things that didn't look quite right, or far to right. She fell several rooms behind Franka who was just motoring through the rooms, and Hackett wasn't keen to keep pace. The library took her a minute, she didn't clear it all but still took a look around. Contrary to her personality, Hackett enjoyed reading quite a bit. She made a mental note to, at some point in the near future, stop in here and take a look. No doubt people who owned such a place either had the smarts to develop a collection or the money to buy things Hackett could never afford. Or both, which bode well for her. Next were other rooms and such, then finally a bathroom.<br/><br/>Entering one of the rehashed bedrooms, Hackett spotted a wall of photographs, in a room with several small notebooks and various other things. She paused here, the significance of this room was lost on her, but her eyes scanned some of the photographs. Almost all were of families or loved ones, people who were no doubt dead or dying somewhere, all were certainly from better days. She scanned the faces, trying to think of what it all meant, and a wretching feeling hit her heart that she didn't belong here. As Hackett was beginning to leave, a vaguely familiar face jumped out at her from one of the pictures. She approached, and crouched, a picture of Derrick and a woman, they seemed happy together and it didn't take a long time of thinking for Hackett to connect a daughter and father, to the mother. Derrick and his wife. She squinted, uneasy, as she reached out and plucked the photo from the wall, and standing back up. She scanned the photograph, particularly looking over Derrick and taking a deep sigh. She stuffed the picture into her BDU shirt and left the room quickly, her boots making heavy steps on the wood floor. Exiting the room, Hackett thought about going to give the picture to Derrick, but Franka had moved ahead already, so Hackett moved to catch up.<br/><br/>By now, Hackett had caught up to Franka and peeked inside uneasily, following Franka in and looking around. Hackett closed the door and shouldered her rifle, the safety off but she felt it safe. Hackett took a long breath and rested her hands against one of the shower stalls in the bathroom. She looked into amirror and frowned, her hair was matted and her face was a little dirty. But overall she was much cleaner than Franka, which Hackett noticed as the young woman spoke, paying attention but her eyes dropped the floor as she turned around and leaned against the shower. She let the woman speak, her eyes soon lifting up to follow Franka's movement. Hackett's eyes were a bit tired looking, but her movements were strong a quick, perhaps she was aged beyond her years or had seen far to much. She grinned at Franka's finishing comments, chuckling inwardly. "<strong>Well, I suppose you have the right to clean yourself up. I wouldn't worry about me though, my whole point is to take risks.</strong>" Hackett laughed to herself, standing up and pacing a few feet into the middle of the room. "<strong>Then again I guess thats a bit self righteous, but its true, I suppose.</strong>"<br/><br/>Hackett sighed and crossed her arms across her chest, trying to find the words. She wasn't a brilliant scientist or a well traveled mercenary, she didn't deal in words nor was she really that capable of doing so, she wasn't like everyone else here who seemed to have a grasp on what it meant to be human, that was something the last decade had erased from Hackett's existance. Her jaw flexed as she fought to spit out the words she needed. "<strong>Look I, uh, I just wanted to thank you for helping us. And... to apologize, for me... myself, being so rude. You helped us out alot, probably saved our lives, and I treated you like an outsider.</strong>" Hackett moved her eyes to the floor, biting her lip. "<strong>Uh, yeah, thank you.</strong>"