Angela worked tirelessly to heal the wounds of those she could, and it wasn't until she knew that the other medics could take care of them that she took a moment to breathe. They had retreated to a cave system, a simple shelter that provided protection from the sun. The omnics seemed so far away now, but the Swiss woman knew better than to let her guard down. They could appear at any moment.

She took the moment of quiet to approach Fareeha. She could tell that the Captain was tired. Exhausted. Weary. But her sense of responsibility kept her awake. She was an incredible leader in the ESF, one Angela had much respect for. Some military goons lost their sense of purpose, but Fareeha never did. Angela admired her determination.

"Fareeha," she said as she walked over, Valkyrie suit scuffed and stained with the blood of the wounded.

"You should get some rest while you can. There's no telling how long we'll be safe here... and I apologize for not being able to bring reinforcements from Switzerland. The fighting there is much more tame than it is here. Zurich is mostly safe. But the Swiss would never weaken their defenses to aid others. They're selfish in that sense though I suppose in these circumstances, no one can be too careful."

Angela clasped her hands infront of her, polite and calm. "Those who are wounded are being watched, but they should be able to heal if given time to rest. Your medics are great people. I commend their hard work. How is your shoulder?"