Once Neil had his wits about him, he held his rifle at a hip fire stance, sitting behind the smoking vehicle and keeping an eye on Sayeeda's surroundings as she approached whatever the hell she was trying to go see. He had the tiniest feeling that he was about to see her explode from uncovering an old mine or trap, but he was relieved to see the new Captain had merely uncovered...netting? Good netting to be sure, but what was it covering? He couldn't exactly see from this distance. 

It was at seconds later when Neil noticed a shape around the edge of the treeline. A lone humanoid figure on the bank behind Sayeeda. He was just about to take aim and fire when he noticed multiple forms now materializing out of the gloom of the forest, with weapons held at the ready but none who were actively firing at Sayeeda, even if they were in range. Neil was pretty certain if he open fired, he'd condemn Sayeeda and perhaps himself if he wasn't quick enough to get out of there, so with a sigh he lowered his ARC rifle. 

A man with a similar skin tone to Sayeeda approached her, his gun pointed her way, but only as a precaution she would know (by the way he carried it). The man had on combat clothing, baggy pants and a brown tanktop, with rough boots toed with steel. He eyed her up and down, and then spoke up. "Why do you pass through these woods? This is our land. To live and move freely through here, you must pay the toll." 

He openly admired her feminine form, citing she didn't need to pay him money per say to get out of this alive. Luckily, they had not yet seen Neil from across the creek at the vehicle, for he was on the other side of the land-drifter. Neil whispered to himself. "Well, the rebels seemed nice enough not to fire on the spot. If she doesn't think of something, I'll need to."
[@Penny]