After catching her breath, Cecelia quickly stumbled inside to get ready. After washing her face, it took thirty seconds to find and put on her attire for the mission: a form fitting black shirt, black skin-hugging athletic pants, and dark sneaks. Once dressed, she jogged to the tech lab and grabbed stun grenades, shock traps, EMPs, and a few other helpful gadgets for a loud-and-proud rescue mission, along with the large medical bag in case they needed it. Throwing all the gadgets into a dark leather belt with pouches on it, she hustled out to the vehicle, only stopping to grab her pistol, finishing everything in about four to five minutes. Not able to look either in the eye or make direct contact, she simply stated, [color=F26EFB]"ready."[/color]
	Cecelia didn't- no, couldn't- say anything during the entire ride. There was nothing she could say to Condor that could help the situation. Other than repeating how sorry she was. There was also nothing she could say to Kheshig. She didn't start this fight or anything, but didn't want to seem like a victim, because she wasn't. Her actions had violent consequences from Condor. Now knowing the full extent of the older woman's rage, she could analyse the teammate better. [color=F26EFB][i]Bouts of anger when talking about the wrong subject, over-sexualization, manipulation, revenge? What would this all mea- [b]BPD![/b] Borderline Personality Disorder, that's it. That explains the myriad of mood changes, sexual tactics, manipulation of allies, and anger when put on a specific topic- her past. Nothing I can do with this information, but it's a step in the right direction. Though, I don't think I'd prefer to find more information this way...[/i][/color] Mentally shaking herself, Cecelia focuses on the mission ahead rather than what's already done.