In the darkness, it was impossible for Franka to see Hacket's expression, she thought she saw her shake her head, but to read a map was entirely impossible with so little light and the distance Franka kept to the group. She eventually figured out the name behind Hacket's pronunciation, and found she knew the village, even the building. Who did she mean by enemies, Franka wondered, people like herself, or infected? But if they wanted to get into Bonn... "How will you cross the Rhine? The bridges are gone, they blew them up when the second safe zone fell." She bit her lip, cursing herself for bringing something up that might only distract them from getting away from here, and hoped they'd just stay focussed.<br/><br/>She kept trying to pick up sounds, raised her head, studied the sky, calculating how long it was till the first faint light would make everything easier, safer. Remembering Jake, she offered what information she had gathered from the corpses, from him, in a hesitant, almost reluctant tone, she didn't want to present him wrong either way, but she felt uneasy about him, which showed. "Jake.. I don't know... A few more survived the crash, and now he's the only one. I saw Blackwater and U.S. Marine uniforms. A few got infected, but - well, I'm not sure that's what killed all of them. I think he's Blackwater. He seems - ah - really calm, bored, sits on the plane's roof in a seat, plays games, drinks beer, smokes..."  She left it to them to decide whether they wanted him around or not.<br/><br/>When talk turned towards their splendid weapons, Franka's hand brushed over her pocket, her slingshot, the familiar leather, the rounded stones. For a moment, she wondered how it must feel to be able to pierce the darkness, kill so easily. She felt almost like a caricature of a medieval peasant with a fistful of stones, telling heroes from the future how to survive. But all in all, it made her feel better, if they knew what they did, she could just come along, with no need to watch out for them all the time, teach them, remind them ten times to not do this or that. She had escorted worse groups, then, that much was sure. Hacket's whisper interrupted her thoughts, and she melted into the darkness, crouching low, nostrils wide to catch a scent, listening intently.