[Well Sheena's surprised. Two of the soldiers haul her back up, keeping a grip on her arms while a third, someone of higher rank, asks her similar questions to the ones Albert's getting. She doesn't dance around the answers but she isn't happy about this treatment either; when they finally let her go, she glares and shrugs off the hands on her arms and tries to head for the back of the truck, to help them unload captives instead. The business end of a weapon prods her forward, away from the area, and someone else half-forces her to sit - on the ground beside Albert, right as they finish questioning him.
Sheena looks at him, once they're left relatively alone.]
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Sheena looks at him, once they're left relatively alone.]
You left out all my good parts.