Snippet #1707978

Greece

Listening to the part of the briefing that took place on the plane, Anna diverted some of her attention to reading the labels on some of the boxes and running a mental inventory of what she'd have to work with in between making pleasant conversation with anyone that seemed so inclined. It seemed like they really were bringing a lot of food; the thought was one that made her smile, though she didn't bother to voice aloud the reasons why. It seemed pretty redundant to say that it was nice to know the cover operation would have some legitimacy. Who wouldn't want that, after all?

The plane landed, and as soon as everything was all sorted out, she decided to get to work. Since she and gas-mask guy, Bobby, were supposed to be interviewing people, it would probably help to get themselves out there and introduce the organization to the townspeople. That in mind, she grabbed a crate of medical supplies and turned to her comrade. "Would you mind taking some food along? We've gotta look all shiny and friendly, right? I bet people would be willing to talk a bit more if they're full, huh?" She hadn't really thought to ask him whether he'd rather split up or whatever, because the answer was obvious to her. She might be kind of okay by herself despite a complete lack of combat experience (she did after all have Paul, though nobody else really knew that), but he was male, which in this case meant that it kind of sucked to be him. Harpies and all that.

She was out the door and a good half-mile or so down the road when she spotted something in the distance and squinted. "Now that's kinda oddly-shaped, isn't it?" she asked aloud, but it became clear in pretty short order why that was, and she immediately set the crate down and began rummaging through it, processing Ayo's commentary but not wasting the time by doing nothing else simultaneously. "Uh... sure," she said at the conclusion. She wasn't a huge believer in luck, but hey, whatever. Thought that counts or something. Ayo seemed to have written the guy off already, but she was bound professionally not to do the same.

Of course, a secondary problem arose pretty quickly after that. She knew some ancient Greek, but none of the modern stuff. Mm... maybe it was close enough for the small number of things she'd be saying. She could remember the answers and translate later or something. Better than not trying at all. "What happened to you?" she asked, a bit haltingly since nobody usually cared about the pronunciation of dead languages. It was the best she had. If she didn't get a reply, she'd just run through all the other tongues she knew and hope something worked. Meanwhile, of course, she was diagnosing as fast as she could, disinfecting, and bandaging like nobody's business. Exsanguination was probably not the best way to go.

"Welcome to Greece," she told herself chirpily, though honestly there might have been just a hint of sarcasm in there somewhere.