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Kat hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until the situation seemed to calm down with the young girl's agreement that they were all welcome on what was apparently her bus. She let her breath out slowly and sank back against the seat she was sitting in. She flicked the safety on on her gun and slid it back into the pocket at her knee. Her gaze shifted back over her shoulder when everyone else looked back and all she could do was stare at the blaze behind them before suddenly they were moving again.

Kat let out a groan as the bus came to a screeching halt yet again and she slammed into the seat in front of her. The heat was getting unbearable, and she was sweating like crazy within her flight suit. She unzipped the front down to her waist and pulled her arms out of the green sleeves. The sleeves, she tied around her waist so that the flight suit would stay up. She tugged at the black tshirt she wore, which was beginning to get soaked with sweat, trying to let air get inside, but the only air was the heat, so that didn't help at all.

The short woman looked forward just in time to watch Hannah pass out from the heat. It was no wonder. Kat felt her own mind spinning, but the pain in her ribs was enough to keep her present. She reached for her backpack and for the first time, realized that it was gone. All the stuff she'd brought with her- a change of clothes, blankets, memories from home, first aid kit, were gone. She tried to think back to when she'd lost it, and realized she hadn't had it since she'd been pulled from the truck. Her heart sank within her chest and she wanted to just sit there on her seat and bawl her eyes out; but she refused to cry in front of these people. At least she had the most important stuff still. All that, she kept safely in her flight suit pockets.

Kat got up, swaying from her own dancing vision as well as the movement of the bus as she made her way up to Hannah. Christian was there; he'd probably know how to help her better than Kat's basic military first aid, but she wanted to help however she could. She slid to the floor next to Hannah, but out of the way if Christian needed to get to her. She pulled a water bottle from a pocket down by her ankle. She took a small sip from it, then looked at the nurse. "Maybe if we could- get her to drink a little… I don't know this city-- so I'm afraid I can't help with directions…" She tried to breathe slowly instead of panting like she wanted to. Her entire midsection was on fire and every time she inhaled, pain stabbed through her ribs. It was going to be a damned long month with those ribs… If she lived that long, anyway. Chances weren't so high at the moment.