[h1][center][color=SpringGreen] Private Hexner [/color][/center][/h1]
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[@CirusArvennicus] 

Hearing Regan call her cute Aria blinked twice, her cheeks going very slightly red for a moment.
[color=SpringGreen]"That makes me feel overly self-aware and ... a little embarrassed."[/color] she stated kneeling next to the lancer. Giving a nod to the deal offered.
[color=SpringGreen]"Your deal is accepted."[/color] Aria stated moving away to collect the SMG. Bringing it back to Regan she set it down next to the lancer. Before silently checking Regan for any wounds making note of them. Although her knowledge of medicine was limited she could see cuts a few bruises. Some of which looked like they had healed recently so Aria assumed it had to be by the ragnaid on the floor near her. As far as she could tell she'd be okay. She'd just need some rest maybe another dose of ragnaid. But regardless she'd live.

When asked how it looks Aria, looked at Regan setting a hand on her shoulder.
[color=SpringGreen]"I'm sorry you're going to die. It's just a matter of time."[/color] she said in her usual monotone, her face remaining unexpressive. Aria said nothing for a moment to let the news sink in before tapping Regan on the shoulder twice. Forcing a small smile to appear.
[color=SpringGreen]"I was kidding. You'll live. You need a proper medic to look at you. I have a few painkillers in my first aid kit. That is all I can give you."[/color] Aria said moving away again. Fetching the painkillers out of her first aid kit which thankful was still in her pack. With painkillers in hand, she offered them to Regan alongside her water canteen.
[color=SpringGreen]"Here"[/color]

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Aria stayed with Regan to assist her as the battle raged on. Given she was now unarmed, Aria felt very aware she was on a battlefield and given the lancer seemed confident in handling the SMG Aria felt safe with her. As the battle end came Aria helped Regan to the house the squad had claimed for the night, before leaving her to go scavenging for supplies. Stripping the dead imperials for anything of use. keeping what was useful to her and using some of what she had acquired to trade to get her rifle back. Which someone had found and was willing to part with for a few imperial water canteen and grenades. Having her rifle back Aria was content. Even if she couldn't use it well the weapon was hers and she was a little attached to it. Having acquired she needed to resupply she returned to the house. Tossing the rest of items she found. She didn't need them, so why keep them.

Back at the house Aria claimed a bedroom where she sat on the floor next to her pack and rifle and simply smoked a cigarette, replaying the day her old company died alongside the events of today. Aria giving a sigh, wishing right now she had a strong drink.