Harley Rogue
Harley was still sitting calmly, thinking about Bill's answer. She couldn't help but wonder how aggressive and hostile that mental could be. She knew better than to label people in advance and without getting to know them better, but only the though of war made her shiver lightly. She was pretty much aware what kind of people got out of it. She thought about the possibility that they might not be able to do anything, but she kept quiet. They will simply have to see for themselves.
She raised her head after Sasha went on with her drunk blabbering. Harley frowned lightly when the woman swung around and lost balance, falling over Derany in the most inconvenient position. However, she didn't seem to be bother by it, and Harley smirked lightly on her casual reaction, sustaining her laughter. If it was any other situation, she could bet that Sasha would beat the crap out of the poor soul that got that close to her rack. Even though any other guy would kill to be in Derany's position, Harley was pretty sure, Derany was panicking and looking for a way out and back to the mouse hole. She watched Alex preparing from the corner of her eye. She only looked at him when he spoke to her. "If we're going to an asylum full of crazy mentals its best ya protect yer mind." She smirked leaning back in her seat. "Soldier, if I could, I would protect myself that way. But if you do not want to see me having a blast in my body...quite literally, then I'm afraid I have to turn down any of those. But you have fun, cowboy."
It was a risk she always had to take: to die or get seriously injured because of the strong mental, or self-destruct. But she would never go against herself. That is why, if it had to happen, she chose being murdered. Harley snapped out her grim thoughts when he heard John speaking to Alex. "Are you alright sir? Scans show your heart rate is incre-" And Alex rudely interrupting. "I'm fine John." But he was obviously not. She kept silent, allowing him to have his personal space and deal with whatever was bothering him. At one point, she thought me might be sick, but before she could ask, he stuck his head out of the window. Yes, she had seen it before. If it wasn't sickness, it was most probably a panic attack. For what reason? That Harley was unable to answer.
But she knew one thing. If it happens in crucial moment, he is as good as dead. And she refused to let that happen again. She already lost great amount of comrades in past because of that bloody panicking. Alex apologised, and she stared at him, unsure what to do next. Sasha was useless, Derany trapped and Bill kinda busy. Asking the soldier if he was ok was pretty much dumb idea. He was obviously not. Harley sighed and, without asking for his permission, gently grabbed his jaw and turned his head to face her. As she suspected, he was bathing in sweat even more than he should have on that temperature, and his pupils dilated. She nodded letting him go, and reaching into her pocket. She took out the small white pill and laid it on his lap. "Take that. It helps. I get restless from time to time and it saved my butt a lot of times." Thinking how he might be suspicious about it, she added, facing forward and taking on her calm sitting position again. "It's only a barbiturate pill. It calms you down. One should be more than enough." She smirked, joking. "But I don't have them enough to throw them around just like that. So don't freak out on every single thing, soldier. Pull yourself together." Even though it sounded like scolding, she had the best intentions with it. She wasn't sure how good well she would stand burying one more comrade. And this one promised too much to be killed because of silly mistakes.
