[@Rusalka] Kellie was kicking at the rubble, scattering clouds of dirt up into the air as she walked by the tents set up in Camp Foxtrot.  Her M40 Rifle hung loosely in her hand, more for defense than attack.  She had a bunch of first aid stuff packed away in the multiple pockets of her clothes and she was mentally taking storage of them when she came across someone banging her head against a table again and again.  This seemed strange to Kellie and she walked a bit closer to the girl.  
"Hello...are you alright?" Her soft voice sounded out, she grips her rifle a bit more tighter and starts thinking all the possible things that could be wrong with this girl.