Due to her being one of the only ones with actual military experience, and being used to riding rather than walking as a ground pounder, Belle had the honor of mounting the M249 on the humvee. Her position insisted that she keep watch, but with the thoughts of Ray still lingering in her mind she found it hard to focus. She often teared up as she looked around, but managed to get rid of the tears. She had told a few people about what had happened, just to let it out, but otherwise was too focused on riding.

Now, the ambulance appeared to be having trouble. [i]You've gotta be kidding me,[/i] she thinks to herself, swinging the M249 around to look at the ambulance, before turning it back around to continue her sweep of the local area. This was not a good place to stop, and... Quickly, her head turned to look at Hunter kicking the car. "You've gotta be kidding me." Belle mumbles to herself. As everyone walks around the place, Belle swings the turret back and forth, looking like she is doing some mad dance with it rather than actually keeping watch. 

As Hunter begins looking at maps, Belle decides to start conversing. She had nothing better to do, anyways. "So, Hunter." She asks, purposefully turning the turret and pointing the barrel of the gun down at him. "Give me all your money. No? [i]Bang, bang, bang.[/i]" She gives a little giggle, turning the turret away and leaning down to rest her arms on the roof of the vehicle. It was time to get serious. Now may not have been the time, now may have been the time. She didn't know, but she really needed a proper talk, and she was going to ask Hunter [i]again[/i]. "Hunter, really. I need to talk to you. Almost everyone has been leaving me in the dark. What is it? Is it because I'm British? Is it because my original mission was to bomb an apartment complex? What is it?"