The woman seemed to respond positively toward his words which was a great relief. The last thing he needed was somebody like Sergeant who was keen on viewing these people as nothing but a threat. He wasn't sure if they were a threat or not. He was just trained to recognize when somebody needed help or not. He didn't care about the threats, all he saw was somebody needing help.
"You'll really help me?"
Her voice cracked but her voice was calmer. She was calming down. He studied as she did so, noticing that when she did she looked more physically ill than psychologically. He took in every possible detail that he could, trying to analyze and figure things out.
"I'll try my hardest," He told her, she seemed like she needed him to say it again. He was determined to help her. Helping others with no thought of the risk was kind of his thing. That's why they called him Dash. He was always putting himself into potentially dangerous situations to help others.
"Elli, get your ass back in here! Serg is coming!" He heard Sparrow call and looked back at the woman with sorrow and disappointment.
"We'll figure it out. Until then think of happy thoughts," He told her before running back into the plane and taking his position just when Sergaent walked out. He still looked angry.
"Go get vested. How's the lady?" He ordered Elli, his gaze narrowing suspiciously as if he expected Eli to have disobeyed orders. In a sense, his suspicion was correct.
"It looks like she's calming down. Must be a psychologically challenge individual, sir," Elli tesponded with no hesitation. One thing about him: he was excellent at lying and keeping his promises. It was best sergeant didn't know about his encounter with the woman. He moved to the back of the plane to go get on a vest. What was the vests for again? There weren't any bullets here.