Al rolled her eyes when Marcus did the headcount. It got old, he always seemed to think he was the best, oh and of course he also knew everyone just like that robot's owner. Sure what else. "If you did not notice that, Mister hot shot, if it weren't for me you could stick your six somewhere now, and you need learn math. Whatever." As nice as banter with him was, she was just as good as him, just that he would never admit that. She wondered why she always kept going with him. When the robot corrected him she laughed out loud, she liked that metal dude.<br/><br/>Patting the top of the robot she grinned. "I like you, TK." shouldering her rifle she took a few steps when she heard the cry of the other woman in the group. Turning around she was not at all surprised when Marcus, the hero of the day she thought eyerolling, was with her already. "You are not the boss, Marcus, cut it out." she replied to his 'offer' to come with them. "And you should focus on either walking and carrying her or closing that damned wound. You are better doing one thing good than two things half arsed." she said and walked next to him, ripping off some of the fabric of her short skirt and folded it to press it on the wound. She could walk just as fast as him and the woman, he called Doc, would not like very much if he let her die, just because he did not watch the way because he had to fumble at her wound, so she took over that part while he carried her.