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Éliane did not groan, but she angled her head heavenwards as she rolled her eyes. She did pause that moment to give Rudolf a strange look for a moment regardless. 

She knew how unlikely it was for things to go as planned, but she had still naively held onto the hope that it would. But given the woman they were working against, of course there would be a wrench in every step of the way. Having been backstabbed once already, Éliane didn’t need to communicate to be on the same page as Esben and Rudolf when it came to the soldiers that were seconded to them. Any one of them could be that thrice damned traitor.

The pink-haired woman shot off a sloppy salute towards Esben by way of reply before ducking down towards Rudolf. “What has the world come to when you have to worry about your sightlines from both sides of the field…” she muttered darkly once the unfamiliar squad was out of earshot. Catching Rudolf’s words, she gave him a thumbs up. “I’m guessing it would be too much to hope that there won’t be a second assassination attempt on me or another of us in this battle?” 

With a sigh, she shrugged, unslinging her own rifle, unsafing it as she began to hunker down for her own ambush position—one that covered Rudy and gave her a view of her own countrymen as well. At least it also made for a good place to shout orders from if it really came down to it.