[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
[i]The wall. Why did it feel more like a tomb than protection?[/i]

That thought crossed her mind more than once, and yet did she seem to let it dissuade her from committing to the path laid out in front of her? Not in the slightest. But, that didn't mean Frankie was going to plunge into a mess without first taking all the necessary precautions possible. The suit was certainly about as good as it was going to get, and shielding from deadly radiation trumped comfort any day, so she dealt with the issue like a champ.  Personal protection? Along with her a 9mm pistol, a combat knife, and an old wooden quarterstaff, it was all she had to keep a fair distance between her and whatever monsters awaited her. However, she also knew that John and Marvin recognized her less-than-perfect combat abilities and would grant her the cover she needed to at least survive. 

“Wow, depressing.” Frankie muttered, reacting to the low singing from one of the group members, the morbid words and tonality having really no effect on uplifting the girl's spirits. Of course, how could such song lyrics lift anyone up?

Up ahead, she noticed Khaliya and Marvin locked in some discussion, and hopefully -the medic thought- a good strategy to get everyone through the journey with little to no casualties. Sure, she was good at her job, but at the same time, didn't want to patch up a wound just so her patient could go run back out into the fray with reckless abandon. Frankie had seen enough of that while imprisoned with Raiders, forced to sew up torn skin, cauterize lost limbs, pull out bullets and fragments, and a myriad of very bloody procedures just so the idiots could go back out and do it all over again. But she figured this group to be much more sensible…

Khaliya’s update on the situation seemed rather grim, but doable, considering there was an alternative. Thankfully Frankie didn’t have deal with the awkwardness of being stuck deciding whether she should volunteer herself for scouting, considering she was small enough to go unnoticed. But, as it happened, not one, but two of the group members stepped up only moments after the call, and began heading toward the front, Frankie nodding to the new girl as she passed. The medic quickly turned her attention toward the area where another one of the younger female team members, who had and rather weird and unexpected outburst before she fell silent again. 

Arching an eyebrow, Frankie sighed as she returned her attention to the front of the group, and took a few deep breaths to even out any buried anxiety.

[i]This was already turning out to be an interesting trip…[/i]