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[center][h1][color=9e005d]June Fowler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Location: MRAP
Skills: N/A[/center]

	"[color=9e005d]You know, always glad to be of service.[/color]" June said forgetting the meaning of humble in the effort of milking positive attention. This time from Billie. As a whole, she was on a roll. Sure, there were some people upset about the lack of "water" and "Survival supplies" in what June had brought back, but she was sent in, and she paid for it! She should 100% get a say in what was gathered! Plus she lived off this stuff on a daily basis and was just fine. Sure she probably couldn't be as aggressive in hockey as she was 10 years ago, but still! She was pretty sure that was age more than anything. While acting cool in the back of the truck she paused, took a deep sniff, and had a disgusted scowl for a moment. "[color=9e005d]What dumb ass was smoking near the fuel pumps?![/color]" She looked grossed out and overall not pleased with it. "[color=9e005d]We have enough problems with sick people running about ripping each other to pieces, now we gotta worry about someone igniting the vapors and sending us up to kiss those fighter jets?[/color]" She paused herself, took a deep breath, tried to ignore the smell, failed, made a face, and exhaled. Her therapist told her she was too quick to judge people and lash out with her thoughts. Maybe they didn't know better? Maybe they didn't have the same IQ she did? Maybe it was drifted smoke from across the street, but taking a moment to calm herself seemed like the best course of action before she said too many hostile words. Another deep breath in, and another deep breath out. She had to remind herself that speaking her mind did not always mean it was worth being confrontational.

	Then, Gus ran through shutting them all in. In June's moment of trying to calm herself, she had clearly missed something as the cops were not being locked outside. "[color=9e005d]Yo, yo yo yo.[/color]" She muttered quickly raising her voice. "[color=9e005d]Id like to point out locking the dudes with the only guns seems like a really daft idea since they could probably still shoot us, or the fact that they had actually helped us get out of the city and we should be thanking them![/color]" June was far from a cop lover, but these dudes had helped her. She held respect for that when considering it would have been rather easy to leave her behind in the chaos of things. "[color=9e005d]Or are we just trimming the fat? Cutting out people who could get in your way? Who are we gonna cut next? Anyone out spoken? People who don't have the skills you want?[/color]" She wanted to say more, now mostly targeted to Gus. She knew if they were going to start cutting the unwanted she would be high on the list. Her social skills made it so she either didn't get along with anyone, or clicked perfectly. She also lacked a lot of skills that would be helpful in a cabin environment. 

	"[color=9e005d]What the fuck does bit have to do with anything?![/color]" she asked in general, hoping there was some key piece of information she was missing. June said getting more and more antsy as the situation got more and more tense. her fingers started to fidget, every step and metallic clank she heard began to get to her, any pounding noises or chewing noises began to get on her nerves. She wasn't overwhelmed yet, but through years of therapy and even more years of life, she could recognize the early steps for over stimulation. Normally what she would do in this case is isolate herself, put on some comfort music, and let herself calm down. There was nowhere to go, she was trapped in this truck, and risked being left behind to die like those cops outside if she did. Important choices were clearly being made, and if she continued to not know what was going on she was going to lose it when it came time to act on those important decisions. "[color=9e005d]You Better Have a Damn Good Fucking Reason for this mother Fucker.[/color]" She said towards Gus as she stood up. With a far harsher tone then she meant. Shaking the tone itself wasn't necessarily meant for Gus. A less than perfect reaction to high stress situations. Had she not been running pure survival mode all day, had she not been faced with the reality that an apocalypse was starting, or had she the right time and space to calm herself, she could have spoken in a more level tone. Instead, she was overwhelmed, scared shitless, and couldn't process what was going on in front of her. She knew the signs though, even if late. "[color=9e005d]I... I... I...[/color]" Deep breath in, deep breath out. "[color=9e005d]...that came out a lot harsher then I meant...[/color]" her hostile demeanor quickly deflating as she returned to just stressed and overwhelmed. She needed answers, but letting herself breakdown to get them would not help anyone.