Sonja tried to look tough. She clasped her gun, her hand sizzling with pain.

Natasha had followed te girl to the organization and recognized Sonja. She had no idea why, but something felt wrogng about her. She knew that she had been fighting with her before the gassing but didn't know why. "I have hidden food in a car ack at the entrance…" the blue haired girl nodded. "Leave it there. We'll get it later." Natasha simply said "okay" and looked at the floor. A beetle squirmed in the leaves on the ground.