raids always made the brunette excited; half because she got to move around, climb trees, search for things and actually do something productive rather than stand around, looking for things to do around the bunker and the other half because she got a chance to look around for her brother. she knew that he was still alive, that when they’d split up wasn’t the last time she’d seen him. but every time she returned disappointed and bitter, defeated almost. with a small huff she dropped off the supplies she’d found before attempting to make a beeline toward the resting quarters, wanting nothing more than to sit alone and sulk over yet another failed attempt. a small sigh escaped her lips, “i’m fine - tried to push a fucking branch out of the way and i let it go too early, i’ve had worse,” she grumbled, wiping the blood off with the back of her hand, hoping that no more questions would be posed.