Ellie had just given Rebecca the one fingered salute when the entire room went dark.

As soon as the lights cut out, Ellie was on high alert. Dropping to a knee, her right hand pulls her hood up over her head, putting her face in shadow as she makes herself as small of a target as possible, her coat billowing out to make her form hard to discern under it. Her left hand grabs her rifle and flips it up under her arm, strap sliding down as she presses the butt against her shoulder and she stays there for a minute, holding her breath as she listens to her surroundings... Once the monitor flicked on, she'd pivot on her knee and aim right at it, her iron sights lining up with the man's nose before she realizes what it is and lowers her rifle,

When the lights come back on, she slowly rises, rifle still at the ready as she looks around warily, seeing people start taking the chairs in front of the monitor... She chooses instead to back up and press her back against the wall, watching the new guy from the shadow of her hood listening to him introduce himself and the face on the Monitor... So that's Mr. House? A man too cowardly to even show his face in front of those he hired... How the hell could he expect people to work for him if that's how he does things?

She already hated the man.... but knowing that this was the best way for her to find out information, she just ran with it... Sitting back and silently listening to his shpeal... the three lines, we're expendable... yadda yaddda yadda... he made it sound like they were going to their deaths... of course that was the cause almost any time you leave your home anymore, but it was never nice to be reminded of the fact.

As the time for questions arises she just sits back and silently listens to the others ask theirs... She was hoping for the northern line... would be the easiest way to get back home and report in... But that was when she started to actually thing; what were the odds that these tunnels hadn't caved in? If the power stations pretty much just slingshot you to the next, then if the tunnel had collapsed they'd be completely fucked. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.

"Yea, I got a question, how the hell do you know these tunnels aren't completely trashed? I don't feel like being slammed into a wall of rubble at a couple hundred miles an hour and I doubt anybody else would find that to be an enjoyable experience either"