All that Nat knew was one minute she was getting ready to take the rifle, and the next some asshole had grabbed it right out from under her hands. How absolutely rude. Granted, she did the same thing earlier, but this time it was a bit different. The man did [i]not[/i] look like he was going to give that back. Nat scrambled backwards a few feet, with her butt still on the ground. 

“See?! I'm not infected!... You believe me, right?”

The man was staring at her, holding the gun that she had wanted to grab. Now was not the time to call him rude, or to make an ass out of herself. For all she knew, he was unstable, and that gun would make a pretty nice splatter painting out of her in no time at all. Nataliya managed to find her voice, her Russian accent grew more prominent as she grew nervous, “Uhm.. yea. Whatever you say.” [i] Shit! That still wasn’t very nice [/i] she cursed to herself. With a meek smile, Nat threw her hands up in an ‘I give’ sort of way. “Please don’t shoot me, okay?” She looked up at the man, not entirely trusting that he was sane. 

"If you people want to stay alive, stay with me."

The sudden, strong scent of tobacco hit her nose and suddenly Nataliya was reminded of her father. The sweet, yet bitter scent brought her back to many a night sitting in the living room with a cup of tea, and her father reading a newspaper, a long cigar hanging from his fingers. She was just a small girl then. Nataliya looked around and saw the marine coming out from behind the door. 

"Through that door is the de-contamination area… Or, if you've got the upper body strength, you can climb this rope to freedom.” 

Nataliya looked at the rope. She was positive she could climb it. Having spent many summers climbing trees in the forest, she knew her arm strength could lift her all the way up. She could probably even carry the small girl she saw earlier. Looking around, she noticed not many of the civilians were too thrilled about that option. Nat felt a twinge of regret in her chest as she looked at the people around her. It was evident that not many could use a gun, and a few weren’t very bright either. She couldn’t help the injured earlier, but she sure as hell could offer assistance now. The least she could do was be a good shot, and help get rid of the infected. Glancing at the rope one more time, Nataliya stayed silent, waiting for the next move from the Captain.