Dione smiled warily. "You're so small, though," she said softly. "You're doing things army medics train for months for." Her wound no longer being a certain death risk aside, she felt a certain fondness for the boy. He radiated a warm and calming nature. She regarded his words with a hint of fascination. "If that's your choice, we'll keep you safe," she whispered in reply.
Misha groaned. "I feel like I got a lot to explain but.." Her low grumbling turned to a shrill note of frustration. "I don't really.. don't quite remember exactly how to explain all this. I'm like some.... prisoner of war, agh." She took a deep breath and then collapsed to a sigh. When she finally opened her eyes again, she leaned forwards over the center console to fiddle with the radio dials. "Is there any good stations out here? Like classic rock or somethin'?"
"I'm not that small..." Destin mumbles, tossing the arrow to the side. He smiles a bit at the compliment. "Thanks, you're very nice." He smiles warmly at her, then nods. "I hope so. I like the Rabins, me and Sacha are old friends. I havem't told her I want to join you guys, so please don't tell her yet..."
Mona looks at the girl sympathetically. "Prisoner of war? You'll have to explain that to us..I'm afraid I Don't understand." She then chuckles. "We can see." She turn the volume up a bit and presses a button to scan for channels that have service.