When Semyon was satisfied, Nichole was satisfied.<br/><br/>At least as far as the security situation was. Semyon, being all battle savvy, had managed to sweep the building of booby traps and vulnerabilities while she spent most of her time taking inventory of their equipment and finding a nice place to park their Tunisian beater of a pickup truck within the building and then, her gun never too far away, spending almost all of her time in making sure this truck of theirs wouldn't break down at some horribly dramatic moment in their lives. She was busy pounding the rust off of the pistons so that it would run more reliably as opposed to sputter and die in the dust and sand filled dry air of the Tunisian countryside... that is... if they ever had to go cross country. After that laborious and oil and grime generating job was done, she then worked on checking the suspension, again, in case of cross country escapades and did a quick check to make sure that the wheels wouldn't pop off and that the control arms weren't warped or looking weak and soon was satisfied, with some more preventive maintenance, they'd be fine for at least a while.<br/><br/>Satisfied, she was now a bit relieved that if they died, this vehicle was less likely to be the reason for it.<br/><br/>And for some reason, that made her feel better.