Private Durandal
Another private approached her, having herself a seat across from her and offering her water. Without much thought, Regan accepted the offer. She refrained from drinking as much as she wanted. She couldn't impose overmuch, it would be inconsiderate and possibly fuel for some of the more paranoid in the squad. "Thank you." She offered a weak smile to the other young woman as she left the APC. It quickly faded as her eyes were drawn to Private Brenna. She was being watched by this one. What terrifying hostility.
She tensed as she felt the blanket draped around her shoulders, turning sharply to be met with a friendly presence. She relaxed as she realized this man wanted to be
kind, leaning back in her seat and drawing the blanket around her shoulders tighter. When he drew her attention to the water bottles, she was a little surprised she hadn't noticed them earlier. Fatigue wore at her... "Thank you. I abandoned my water, as well..." She plucked out a bottle and drank her fill. Running in her armor had been arduous, and having to keep such a fast pace had been doubly straining. She was thirsty. Though she took the ration bar, she took a moment of gazing at it to decide if she felt like eating. She was hungry, but...
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The squad leader approached her. It had been her assumption that she would be folded into the squad, at least for the time being. She wasn't injured, and she could still fight. "Yes sir." She didn't quite feel like mustering anything more enthusiastic.
When he produced the dog tags, letters, and journal, her eyes fixed on them. She accepted the items, tucking the dogtags away within her armor and laying the letters and diary in her lap. She'd have to read them later...
As the APC continued to roll on, she realized something. "Uh, sir? Where are we going?"