The man turned-- His face grim and definitely did not look very happy to hear a shouting stranger at his face. He looked at Maria with the eyes of a predator whose intent was to kill in cold blood. Sights like such was normal... If he was a vampire. "Yes I did, and who exactly are you? If you don't mind I've been through hell and back [i]and[/i] [i]survived[/i]. I would at least like a ten minute nap before having someone yell at me... Again..." Maria's palms were on her forehead in disdain. This wasn't a time to pick fights with your own allies. "Anymore questions? I would prefer you to not shout at me. I can hear you juts fine..." The man grew calmer over his last few words. Once her hand had slipped away from her face, she made sure that her attention was on him.

"I'm sorry. Templar Banehold. Maria Banehold." She remained to shake her head for several seconds until it had calmed down. "This entire attack on the forward base is drilling my head in. I'll need to speak and ask more questions to you later... After you have your nap. Although the Field Marshall wouldn't exactly be too happy about it if he heard." She made short of her humour before nonchalantly offering her help. "Do you require a guiding hand to the Med-Bay? I still got some time to wander about before I get back to business."