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.

Eli wondered if Sergaent would ever tell them what they were here for. Never before had they not known what they were doing. Other soldiers were great at following orders blindly but not him. He wanted to know everything that he could about their assignment.

But he knew better than to ask again. So he just went to change with the four other guards. the vests were full length, covering every inch of skin. They weren't like any vest he had ever seen. The top vest covered everything from his wrists, neck, to crotch region. There was also a pair of pants that were thick with padding and spandex material. The vest and the pants had the same material for the most part, the spandex actually provided quite a bit of movement and flexibility. With the outfit change, also came with a thick layered hat that really reminded him of a ski-mask.

"Are we soldiers or burgurlers?" He heard Sparrow joke and gave a snort. These were ridiculous.

The group of four returned and the Sergeant issued a lineup order. They lined up based on class. Combat front and back with non combat in the middle for the most protection. Then they were issued an order to leave the plane so they did. Sergeant had them stand in front of the woman but not too close. Sergeant was the only one that was close to her but still a respectful distance away.

"We are the Irish army. We were called here to help your people," He addressed her,"By that, we would like to speak to somebody who hasn't lost their sanity yet by the illness. May we speak to you?"

Illness? Sanity? Those two were connected by the way Sergaent talked. An illness that lead to insanity sounded make-believe and more apocalyptic. If it was the apocalypse, wouldn't word have gotten out by now? Maybe that's why Sergaent didn't tell them why they were here, to keep everything on a need to know basis. Whatever it is, Eli had a bad feeling about this.