[hr][center][color=bc8dbf][h1]Frankie Cabrera[/h1][/color][/center][hr]
It was a sight to behold for sure. The thick, heavy and virtually impenetrable armor of the mobile tank suit that Khaliya wore, floated with an almost supernatural ease across the lobby and part-way up the dilapidated stairs in pursuit of the [i]clearly[/i] suicidal explosives expert. How could someone have made it this far in life by being that ready to throw themselves into unknown danger, and so quickly? Frankie knew next-to-nothing about the man they called “Short-Fuse", but by virtue of that name alone, she supposed he was a sad case of a number of severe psychological disorders. And yet who wasn't in this group? It was easy enough to blame radiation fallout for everyone's malfunction in this life, but that isn't always the case, especially regarding the vault dwellers who -for one reason or another- had gone mad for fear of the wasteland. Fear of the unknown. Fear of death before their life even began.

So what would compel someone like Brian to put himself in harm's way, especially knowing that such an idiotic act would therefore put everyone else in harm's way?

But, the train of thought came to a halt at the uniquely terrifying sounds of whatever creatures were above ground, and the medic could tell that Khaliya had a front seat to what was about to transpire. 

“Oh my gosh…” The young girl whispered, her voice shuddering slightly as a cold, uneasiness crept up her spine. Even as she glanced around toward the remaining members on the lobby floor -most who were near the computer consoles along the wall- she could already feel the tension. “Why?...” Was about all that left her lips in a hushed tone, as the rest of that short time was spent mentally reprimanding that dumbass from Texas for a stunt that could quite possibly cost everyone their lives.

Khaliya's low, yet urgent voice broke the silent airwaves as she (commanded?) the remaining members to quickly seek cover and remain quiet. Just before she had a chance to react and duck for cover, Marvin yanked her back -startling her and causing a bit of a [i]yelp[/i] in the process- and crouched down along the wall. She turned her head for a moment to give an acknowledging nod to the ghoul before returning her attention to the stairs.  Fortunately -or perhaps not- she had a fairly clear line of sight to the top of the stairway, where the creature with the excruciatingly loud vocals and giant wings perched before slowly creeping its way down. [i]Dragons[/i] certainly came to mind when she first laid eyes on the beast, something she'd read about in comic books and fantasy novels of old. Although unclear of the details from that far off, just the size and massive wing expanse made her wonder if they actually existed.

“I swear I'm going to-” She mumbled, in between gulps of nervous breath. “Do something [i]really bad[/i] to that jerk cowboy if we make it out of here alive.”

Of course, it wasn’t in her nature to hurt anyone, per se, but there’s always accidents...