<strong>"Yeah, come in."</strong>- you hear her answer. Her room is similar to yours, though she has much less amongst her peronal belongings. Technically its her clothes, and some tech junk she had on her. She must have lost her pistol when the grenade knocked her out in that last fight.<br/><strong>"I have trouble sleeping."</strong>- she says, and you can see on her face that she's telling the truth. Frankly, she looks like shit. Probably didn't get much sleep since she got to herself.<strong>"Looks like I was on a different rotation of seds, I came to two days ago. I wish I hadn't. When I close my eyes, I still have nightmares of that place, then I have to wake up to this."</strong>- she says, motioning to her legs under the blanket.<strong>"I never realized how much it must have taken to be as brave as you were, I'm was never cut out to be a hero. I'm...sorry for acting like a child back there. I promise though, I'll get this story out there, somehow, through someone. Hopefully it might shock people into action against these bastards."</strong><br/>