DANCE FUCKER DANCE -- o, attacker

[Cosmic]

I wasn't quite prepared for a fight, at least in the past, but the mock raid with Tanglewood had changed that. As did my training sessions with Carolina. I was a lot more confident in my skills now, but since I was trying out for the Halo position, I was trying to balance fighting with healing. I enjoyed both, I will admit, and a battle ready medic is an excellent asset to any group.

I approached after Washington had, only hearing what the smilodon had to say to this absolute stranger. It seemed like they knew each other from somewhere. If I remember from what vague information I had gotten from the Freelancers, there were at least 49 agents, each named after states in the USA, and they crashlanded here on a ship. They are on edge due to a fight that they didn't want to talk about. Alright then. That's fair. No, that wasn't sarcasm. I understood their reasoning, whatever it may be.

I sat there in silence, a small medicine bag at my side just in case something were to happen. With these Freelancers... anything could happen really.