Sometimes Heloise wondered if weird stuff just happened around her, or if it was just coincidence. Perhaps weird stuff happened around everyone. She would perhaps never know the answer to that. Taking the situation in, she let the others deal with what was going on, deciding to do what she did best. Hide and throw daggers. She hissed as the man Xerox introduced as Jake took a image of her, baring her teeth in a snarl. [color=f6989d]"Its incredibly rude to take a photo of someone, while they are aware of you, without asking. I don't like my photo taken"[/color]

Perhaps if they weren't in such a dire situation, Heloise would steal the PDA, just to make her point, but she didn't wish to waste the time or energy to do so. At least right then. She glared at the newcomer, before going back to her surveillance, listening to the others talking. As Xerox stepped into deal with the group of Soldiers, Heloise took what ones she could out, retrieving her daggers, not wish to leave any behind, and she followed as they made their move to join the others, occasionally darting ahead to scout and make sure there were no more soldiers. 

She otherwise stayed close to the others, keeping two daggers in her hands, feeling oddly content. She had weapons in her hands, and a job to do. That was all she needed out of life, but how annoying was it to feel the need, more and more, to be around people, since meeting Hector? She sighed, pulling her thoughts back to the here and now, rather then on her own...was it an identity crisis? she didn't know, so she pushed it all away, and glanced about them once more.