Isabel, when she saw that she had company out at the range, couldn't help but let out a small huff of annoyance at the fact that her quiet time had been ruined. Nevermind the fact that her definition of quiet time involved firing weapons far louder then the music of any nightclub that she could have gone to and been uncomfortable in. She gently set down the automatic rifle that she had been unloading at the time, before taking a few steps back and going over to the nearby sink so that she could cleanse her face and her hands of the gunpowder that had accumulated across both while she had been firing. It wasn't anything that could be physically seen on a person's skin, but the fine dust made her just<em>feel</em>dirty, and it was the sort of thing that was just good hygiene to take care of. Either way, once she was cleaned up she decided to stick around for a little bit longer. She was still in a bit of a blood rage from running into that man from before, and she had to make sure that the rest of her group knew to stay out of her way when it came to that particular black Gouf.<br/><br/>.......................................................<br/><br/>Jillian, after spending so much time on the battlefield with Catrina, having grown to understand her fellow ace better then most other people on the entire base, wasn't buying that Catrina was okay for a single moment about all of this. That sad little smile warned her that Catrina was on the verge of cracking, and now was the time for her to step up, or forever regret not saying anything when she had the chance. This was the girl that damn near lost her shit when a person got put in the brig for a week on her account, and now so much innocent blood had been spilled around her while she blamed herself... typical...<br/><br/>Jillian reached over and wrapped her arms softly around Catrina, pulling her fellow ace against her into a hug as her eyes slid shut. "knock it off, Cat... You're okay."