As soon as they had gotten back in range, Krista had been on the phone, speaking with a few people who had been in need of her translation service, and hadn't been able to reach her during the day. A few dates were set for her to work -- Nomad Company wasn't exactly a full time job for her -- and she gave a couple free translations for some of her contacts within Hotel Moscow. After she was done, she joined the group as Jack start alerting everyone of the damage done. It was pretty bad, apparently -- not surprising, considering the attacks. She was surprised they made it out alive.

When Jack was done with his little talk, Krista hauled herself up from the couch, moving towards the kitchen. She pulled out a six-pack from the fridge, ripping one off and bringing the rest with her back to the couches, placing it on the coffee table for anybody's leisure. Alice had apparently brought a bong along, and was passing it to Leon and Dimitri -- instantly filling Krista with the desire to call out Sunshine's blatant hypocrisy towards the woman's less-than-colourful comments at her just previously in the boat. Something about Krista being a 'crack-head'.

Not exactly wishing to incur the wrath of the team's soon-to-be-high psychotic, she kept her mouth shut, and listened intently to Dimitri's story about a man from his old unit. Sipping down some beer, she burst out laughing as the story finished, just as Dimitri did the same. "Oh, man," she said in-between laughter, although gave a short look of disapproval as Sunshine punched her favourite demo-man in the arm. "Now, heh, that sounds like a man I'd like to meet. Reminds me of this time wh--" she trailed off as Sunshine decided to completely and utterly obliterate the nice little mood Dimitri managed to set up. All laughter quickly dried up, and was replaced with feelings of irritation as Sunshine recounted aspects of her oh-so-horrible life. Krista managed to hide her annoyance, but she wasn't exactly going to fake empathy, or even sympathy, for the woman. Mainly because Krista knew that if there was ever a time where she broke down and vocalized how she regretted the path she took in life, then Sunshine would react with nothing but scorn and insults.

"Jesus fuck. Sunshine, why the hell would you buy this, then?" she said, sighing heavily as she leant further into the couch. "Fairly sure there are [i]plenty[/I] of drugs that don't induce horrifying flashbacks, and you seem like the [i]last[/I] person who'd want traumatic renditions of past experiences."