Ruth watched as the door widened revealing the young woman before her. She in turn, gave a polite nod but gave a near apologetic look. The woman invited her in, rather quickly and probably for good reason. With a few steps, she made her way gently placing her hand on the mans shoulder careful not to push him. But Ruth halted as the young woman stopped her making sure not to track anymore mud than she did. 

"Crawling, yes. You must a be a visionist." She lightly joked. 

Watching the woman go through some things, she examined the room without giving too much away. She didn't want to alarm anyone. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary about the home not that it would really matter, but there were gunshots prior, so what was amiss? The young woman then questioned Ruth about her unit, but she couldn't help but to feel emotionally upset about it though not a tear was shed. 

"My unit...I was separated from them so there is no telling if they are still alive..." She said quietly as she lowered her head. "I wasn't even suppose to be on the front lines. I was just a decoder, a communicater. But then I was thrown out to the dogs as a Medic with no experience." Sighing. "I've learned a lot since but I am no expert." 
With a pause she glances to her side where a part of her weapon poked out. "I can barely shoot a gun..." 

The young woman came back handing her some fresh clothes. Ruth unzipped her military jacket revealing a white, lightly dampened t-shirt underneath. It wasn't muddy other than some spots at the bottom, but she wasn't going to change in front of them respectively. Ruth dressed into the flannel that was given to her then looked up towards both of them. She narrowed her gaze and begun to grow firm in her stance. 

"But despite that..." She paused "There was a gunshot here. What happened?"