Putting on her hazmat suit Monika looked ahead of her into the darkness of the tunnel and scratched her arm nervously. she was a country girl, born on the plains of Eastern Colorado. The first time she had seen anything resembling a city was on her escape East. Now she was going into the heart of one. 

Her mind ran wild, she felt like a rat trapped in a maze as the group moved through the tunnel. She was glad to have put the suits Helmet on so that the others couldn't see how visibly nervous she was. Not at what lay ahead or the thought it might end, but at the concrete prison, she now found herself in. She had grown accustomed to working in the Urban environment in Hartford but had never been in a Subway before. At the same time as being thankful she put the helmet on, she also regretted it because it meant she couldn't light up to relieve her stress and nervousness. Feeling nervous was one thing but she kept her mind in the here and now. From her time with the Gunners, she understood most of what the Paladin was saying when she gave orders. Taking up a position more towards the back of the group with Bailey in front of her and Emil to her front right, scanning her surroundings with her rifle at the ready.