It was the sniper from the rooftop extraction.
The woman who fired infected targets off distant rooftops while the Aegis-9 strikers secured the airspace around them.
She looked him over once.
Then tilted her helmet slightly.
"Are ya lost, kid?"
Her relaxed drawl sounded completely disconnected from the military chaos surrounding them.
Don opened his mouth—
But before answering, her posture shifted slightly.
Recognition.
THUNK~
She slapped her free hand lightly against the side of her helmet.
"Oh yea — I remember you. You were with the Monclaire kid."
Her gaze swept across him again slower this time.
Assessment.
"Well shit," she added casually. "You recover quick."
Don blinked once.
"Uhm… thanks?" he said. "For the help earlier too."
She waved the gratitude off immediately.
"Don't mention it. Duty and all that crap."
