Fina checked her remaining bullets with her teeth gritted, trying to get a hold of herself. [b]"Aaaahh"[/b] She weakly lamented after noticing the blood stains on her shawl... which weren't hers. Close combat quarters was always messy, and by the time she had registered what had truly trascended in the skirmish, it had been over. Her body had moved on her own, like last time when she was in danger. She felt odd. She didn't want to garner attention to hers, but... fighting seemed natural to her. Despite the fact she couldn't even raise her voice to one of her comrades.

Fina yelped so slightly when the Sergeant addressed her once more [b]"Yesyesyes-sir!"[/b] She stuttered after flailing with her rifle, startled by the situation, before quickly readjusting in a much steadier pose and grip. She hunched her stance, and breathed quietly and steadily, while she took nimble but measured steps. [i]Sneaky sneak. I am nobody. Do not bother with me. [/i] She thought to herself as she put in practice her unsconspicious habit of hers. She looked at the entrance thoughtfully, thinking to herself. [i]Where will all eyes be drawn at? Probably at areas that can be crossed easily[/i] She mused to herself as she started to sidestep off the main road, into the assembled buildings. [i]Where does someone put machineguns? Where they can control wide angles.[/i] She thought to herself as she purposefully avoided being in line of sight of large windows, specially those who weren't tightly closed. She then eyed up a tree near the entrance.

[i]Up we go... sneaky like a mouse who doesn't want to wake up the cat.[/i] Fina said to herself as she put her rifle away and climbed up deftly, nestling herself atop the foliage to catch a peek at the town from some height without being seen.