[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[b][ Fleetwood Subway Station ][/b]

Awkward wasn’t quite the word to describe the whole scenario, but it would have to do for now, since not much else other than silence and a few mumbles and whispers had taken place since everyone arrived. Frankie shifted a little and leaned forward to stretch her back, angling her head forward to stretch the tension from her neck and shoulders as well, and perhaps sneak a bit of look at the rather attractive-looking guy with the beard and tattoos who seemed as armed to the teeth as some of the others. Still, at least he was easy on the eyes and-

“Hmm?” The subtle voice from her left startled her and Frankie sat back up straight to see the tall, lean man dressed in a trenchcoat of some sort standing just a couple of feet away. She was pretty sure the man was talking to her -something about her being a “medic”- especially when she noticed there were no others closer to him to address at that moment. The girl really wasn’t in the chatty mood, but it was a lot better than sitting around waiting for the ceiling to cave in and kill everyone. “Um, yeah, I’m-a…”

In mid-sentence, her eyes made their way up toward the other’s face, caught off-guard by the [i]ghoulish[/i] appearance and stained cloth strewn across his nose, before catching the words again to at least finish a complete thought. “Yes, I am a medic...for sure.” She nodded, trying her best to cover up her blunder with an equally dumb grin while keeping eye contact without looking like she is trying to maintain it. Oddly enough, the girl had seen a lot of blood and gore throughout her short life, but very few of those poor souls unfortunate enough to have suffered the irreversible physical effects of radiation poisoning. Or, at the very least, this was one of the worse cases she’d encountered ever…

“Um, I’m sorry.” She stood up from the hard ground, her ass feeling as though it could have fallen asleep at any moment. “I’m Frankie, nice to meet you.” She gave the other a half-smile, but all the while keeping her hands tucked away in her coat pockets. Maybe he wouldn’t notice? 

“So, um...how long do you think we’ll be here?”