[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[b][ Fleetwood Subway Station ][/b]
[@Polaris North] & [@Ghost Shadow]

The girl couldn’t help but snicker at the way the [i]mysterious[/i] onlooker introduced himself, as though she’d heard that same line in a movie, where the lead would use his last name, followed by his full name. Dramatic effect perhaps? Although, Frankie had to admit, it did seem a lot more theatrical coming from a man whose voice was rather throaty. She turned her head to meet the other’s gaze and nodded with a smile, but again, hesitant to stick her hand out in a formal greeting. Of course, it wasn’t so bad considering he did the same. It was odd though, as the young medic was never a germaphobe in the least, but how could she be in the medical profession and actually get any work done if she were? No, it wasn’t so much a phobia as it was just a conscious effort not to shakes hands. With anyone. 

Before she could respond, however, Marvin spoke up introducing himself to the man, although even he seemed rather suspicious of him, or maybe that’s always how the ghoul appeared. Frankie narrowed her eyes for a moment to focus on her new friend’s face as though she could actually read anything from it anyway, and then quickly darted her eyes back to Mister Delaware.

“Um, I’m Frankie.” She said in a tired tone, which was then followed by an unexpected yawn. Her hand quickly covered her mouth. “Oh my god...I’m [i]so[/i] sorry.” 

It seemed the last few restless nights were beginning to catch up with her. Nights that were generally filled with too much thought and not enough actual sleep. Nightmarish visions that kept her awake, or sometimes jerked her out of sleep in a cold sweat, only to make it that much harder to fall back into the sleep zone she’d normally be able to find. It wasn’t always like that however, even when she was forced to live amongst the Raiders, she eventually found ways to calm her mind enough to sleep at least a good six hours, because she knew she’d be that much more ineffective if she wasn’t at full capacity. But whatever it was creeping around in her head, had more to do with the tasks coming up than any past endeavours, and her fear was that she may not be able to do the job she was chosen to do.

“I wonder if I’ll have some time to take a nap.” She finally said, looking over at the collection of soldiers.. “Even if for a few minutes…”