"I hope not." I looked over at her, slipping my hand back into my pocket. "It doesn't feel like anything's broken so hopefully that's a good sign. I just hope there's nothing else." I said shrugging my shoulders gently. My body still ached, even more than earlier after the riot in the food hall. I couldn't believe we were being sent out to the front line. Why? Did they not want us anymore? Were we a bad group of soldiers? I couldn't help but feel like I helped play a part in their decision if that was the case. "You have any idea where your sister might be?" I asked curiously, ready for a change of subject. "At all?"