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Victoria leaned back and closed her eyes, ignoring the few strands of hair that had fallen across her face. She'd never liked to fly; not so much that she was afraid, it just wasn't something she enjoyed. Not to mention the noise; one had to yell just to have a normal conversation. In that regard, Tori refrained from speaking onside the hovercopter. Normally, she'd be talking nonstop, cracking a joke or two. But not when it was so loud, in their small space, with all of the crew members crammed together.

In an attempt to get her mind off the present, she pulled the chain that was clasped around her neck from beneath her shirt. Revealing a ring. She fingered it, letting the warmth of her fingers encounter the metallic coolness of the ring. The smoothness of it glided beneath her fingertips. It calmed her.

In no time at all, she heard Capt. Lt. Blake's brisk voice shouting the command "Disembark." Victoria slowly stood, allowing her cramped muscles a few moments to stretch. After re-securing her weapons, she grabbed her medical kit and walked off the hovercopter.

She listened to the instructions given to them by Valentine, then walked off to the first building he'd mentioned. "Just my bloody luck." Tori looked over to see a woman, about her age, trying to light a cigarette - however, her lighter wasn't working. Personally, Tori was opposed to smoking. It was just another way to speed your death along. How was it appealing to breath in a bunch of smoke? If they saw what it did to them internally, they wouldn't be so quick to light one. But, when people start, they then need it to get by. She understood addictions. "Here." Victoria said, handing over a lighter she carried. "I don't smoke, but I always carry a lighter. Never know when you're gonna need it. I'm Victoria, by the way...the medic."