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[strandedseaman]

One wouldn't think so to catch a glimpse of Horatio's grim expression as he led his team out the doors of the Compound, but he was pleased to have been able to assemble such an able-bodied group at a moment's notice

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[heir_of_l4]

Quatre had no such worries about women in dangerous situations; Dorothy, Noin, Lady Une, they had long since cured him of any of that. He had his pistol, though with limited rounds he was a bit leery of using it unless absolutely necessary, and he had slung a first aid kid into the bag over his shoulder.

"Good luck," he agreed, and smiled at Ms. Sidle warmly. "Shall we go?"

[sidlong_glance]

Sara listened to Horatio (why did that name sound familiar?), then turned and smiled at Quatre. She wasn't armed, but she'd come up with a fairly substantial first aid kit from what she could muster: bandages, Tylenol, clove and tea tree oil, rope and strong canvas if they needed to make a stretcher. "Sounds good, uh...Quatro. Quatre." She looked a bit wry and self-derogating. "Sorry, I'm only used to speaking Spanish."

[heir_of_l4]

"It's all right," Quatre said with a shrug and a slightly amused smile. "You can say zero-four, if it's easier, I don't mind." He looked at the makeshift first aid kit and the canvas approvingly. "That's a good idea."

[sidlong_glance]

Sara was under the impression that he was a person, not a Borg, but...mmmkay. "I'll pick it up," she said, grinning. "And I figured I should carry something, all things considered. I had a gun at home but it wasn't on me when I got here. Not to mention that a two by four's too bulky to carry."

[heir_of_l4]

Definitely human, and didn't know what Borg was, but it didn't really seem to be all that important. "It might come in handy," Quatre said brightly. "Better than nothing. But I have a gun if we need one."

[sidlong_glance]

"Understood. Should we head out?"