Isabel jolted out of her bunk when she suddenly heard a tun of commotion from the male's side of the tent. Since things like political correctness were little more then a formality for the fatigued and angry federation soldiers at this point, she slid open the divider between the two sides with a curious look in her eye. She had never heard him raise his voice like this before, and he sounded frantic. As was to be expected though, she didn't say anything, and she simply watched for the time being.<br/><br/>............................<br/><br/>"Tch!" Jillian rose her auto-targeting system when the smoke grenade came out, and she already knew for a fact that she was about to be flanked. As such, she was able to set herself up in a defensive position with her back up against the dune, and her heat sword out and ready to go. If Greene came out of the smoke, she'd be ready to disable his Zaku and continue making a break for it. That, however, would change the instant that reinforcements came. With a swift and desperate evasion she was able to get by with only damage to one of her legs, though that was still a bad sign for her. "Damn it all..."<br/><br/>It was a good thing that she had refused to wear a Zeon uniform during her little defection, because Jillian knew that she'd have to get away before even more reinforcements showed up. For now though, she simply used the chaos of the smoke to her advantage and took off through the desert at full throttle. She just hoped that her Dom would be able to hold out until she was able to allude her pursuers.