Heloise listened, glancing about them, she kept an eye on what was going on, not wanting things to be over because of carelessness, and not trusting the soldiers enough to do so. They were after all letting them go, what if they turned on them? A double cross could always cross again. She held the knife she had been given, more then ready to use it. 

She glanced back over Xerox, Jericho. Found it amusing that Jericho, who had said before that he preferred to work with people he knew, seemed willing enough to work with her now, when it meant getting out. Or maybe that was just because Duncan had ordered it. 

[color=f6989d]"just tell me what i have to do, and I'll do it"[/color] she said simply, more then ready to get out of this place. More importantly, she wanted her daggers, her gear. She wouldn't feel right until she had at least her daggers back.