Joan ignored the doctor at first when he asked if she was ok, and just stayed silent. After guessing that he wasn't going to try and hurt her she replied to him, [B][I]"Just a bruise."[/B][/I] She was referring to the six-inch purpley red bruise that was stinging like a thousand hornet stings right at the moment. She was in quite a bit of pain, but she handled it like a champ and she wouldn't let him see how much it was hurting her on her face.

[B]"'Dead Games'?"[/B] She asked curiously and just ignored his apology. Joan wasn't the kind of person to fool even once, but she mostly understood why he would've lied for his own safety. She decided she'd forgive him sooner or later, but for now she was more curious about the games he was speaking of. Joan had heard both the rifle shot and machine gun, and Josef crossed her mind.

Joan stayed exactly where she was when the doctor introduced himself. [B][I]"Call me J."[/B][/I] She said to him and watched him as he looked out of one of the small windows. She heard what he said and then heard Josef's familiar voice. [B]Do it.[/B] She heard him say and that's when she got up to look through the view port herself. [B][I]"Damn it, that's my brother."[/B][/I] She cussed as she witnessed Josef and Chloe being taken away by the soldiers. [B][I]"It's MY fault."[/B][/I] She said and let another cuss word slip. She stepped away from the view port and sat down with her back against the inside wall of the carrier to think. A minute or two passed by before she looked up out of thought and said [I][B]"We've got to save them."[/B][/I]

Looking down at the one automatic pistol in her hand, she remembered that she had to discard the other one in order to better climb up the mortar carrier. She tried to think of what they could do and there was only one thing she could think of that could work. [I][B]"Whenever things heat up out there and the soldier's get carried away slaying the brain eaters, we can sneak passed em and rescue "the bastards"."[/I][/B] She said with a look toward the doctor, not exactly sure where the soldiers had taken them. She guessed that the soldier's were holding them captive inside one of the trucks. She sat back up to look out of the little windows again and was debating when she would go. If the doctor refused, then she'd go alone, but she'd regret ever trying to save his ass if he didn't help.