[indent][indent][indent]Laura was left staring at the newcomer who had shot the man with a well-placed shot to the head. She like the girl's style. Firstly, her aim was true, and her choice of words was fantastic.[i] Fuckface[/i] indeed. Real [i]classy[/i]. Just her style. Facing the woman, she said [b]"Fuckface, huh? I like your style!"[/b]The tell-tale sign of an Australian accent probably one of the most prominent and distincive ones around the group. 

The first woman who had been her raiding partner earlier on was starting to come to. Her jaw was pretty busted, probably dislocated from the violent blow or something along the lines. Laura helped her up as the other woman's palm rested on her shoulder as the she pushed herself up, uttering a swear word along the way. An english accent. From, [i]England[/i], no doubt. 

Names had not been exchanged and she knew none but her own. Seeing as she began to take charge, Laura would refer to her as [i]leader[/i] for now. Leader then spoke, urging the two women to get the hell out of here. Their plans to do that, was however rudely interrupted by the loud groan of a dark-haired man who seemed to be in intense agony. 

Either that or he was one hell of an actor. The man then tumbled out of the opening, a hand clutching his stomach, face contorted in agonising pain. Leader couldn't seem to resist the sight, as she scrambled to the man's side, eager to treat him. Laura gave a brief click of her tongue, as she observed leader's actions.

That was rather unwise, especially after what happened to her, but leader didn't seem to care. She ran over to him and began preparations to treat the injured man. Laura followed after her, the black pack containing the goodies and supplies they have gathered earlier slung over her shoulder. Leader called for the bag, her palm outstretched. 

Unslinging it, Laura handed over the bag to her. Leader got to work immediately, her experience and medical training clearly recognisable. As she treated the man, Laura kept a lookout for any suspicious prisoners, after all they were all deemed dangerous enough to be solved indefinitely in a floating space prison.

Yet another newcomer approached. This time, a female. Laura heard her before she saw her, the sharp crack of a twig piercing the air. She levelled the pistol at the stranger, her black bracelet glistening in the sunlight. The stranger then spoke asking if they were friendly. The blonde replied. [b]"Do we look friendly to you?"[/b]A short time later, before the stranger had a chance to answer, yet another one came into the area. A man this time. The place that only seen three earlier were now getting more crowded by the minute.[/indent][/indent][/indent]