Fareeha saw Angela approach. It was one of the perks of being on higher ground. The doctor's suit was caked in dried blood, the blood of her company.

Angela didn't need to come here. From what she heard in the Western European theater, Switzerland wasn't in one of the red zones. Germany, Austria, and Italy buffered the country from direct Omnic invasion. If things hadn't changed. Perhaps the doctor became too bored where she currently was. Or maybe she was here for another reason. Fareeha didn't really care. She wouldn't leave her country. Not after the many battles she'd brave already. Although, it was nice seeing a familiar face. 

Fareeha laughed. She pointed towards the mouth of the cave. "Egypt is mostly sand. An endless sea of it. Don't know where you are, when you aren't careful, it consumes you. The desert is cruel yet cultivates hard people," she said. "The shoulder's fine. Thank you. I'll pass the praise to the others. You may not know it, but you're a sight for sore eyes for them. If you hadn't came, some would have been left behind. I've never had to leave anyone behind. Living that is."

She patted a spot next to her. "Sit? There won't be a break after we move again," she said. "We've held our position for near two weeks. No resupply. No reinforcements. I'm sure C-COM will be livid when we show up. Might be called cowards. But with no ammunition? We might as well throw our bodies against the Omnics. This is the price for not preparing."