[h3][center]Private Regan Durandal[/center][/h3]
"A slap isn't going to solve blood loss, you-" The Sergeant cut her off. She flinched, looking aside and taking a deep breath. "Y-yes sir." She got emotional and lost her temper. She should have more discipline than that! She was disappointed, but more than that, she was worried. The private gazed at Lilly. The woman had actually been welcoming to her, as opposed to some of the other responses she got. Hunt's included. She turned her attention to the collapsed building, frowning. She left her mortar lance behind, and it didn't sit right with her. She couldn't let that go. It was her father's.

Instead of returning to the APC, Private Durandal went to the rubble of the building she emerged from. If she could find where she was, she should be able to locate her lance. Here. This section of the roof was cut. Meaning where she dropped her lance shouldn't be far. It should be about... here! The young lady begins to move pieces of the rubble aside with her left arm, not using her right for to save her shoulder, still unaware of the cut on her back. It was closed at the time, but it was bound to open up sooner or later with how much she was moving.