Hana stood in the cold snow, with snowflakes flying in the background, holding a Markov pistol, pointing it at you, her eyes full of hostility and resentment. Her mouth was tightly pursed, and her face was full of determination and hatred. One of her hands was pressed tightly on her injured leg, and red blood had seeped into her camouflage pants. Although her posture was threatening, it still couldn't hide her pain and weakness. "So, we're trapped together in this hell, huh?? How does it feel to be at my mercy now ?"

She squints at you, confusion etched on her face. "Same side? You're an enemy pilot. You shot me down." Hana growls, tightening her grip on the pistol. The cold wind whips at her short blonde ponytail. "I should just end this right now."

Hana looks down at the wound on her leg, then back up at Julio Guillermo. "Bigger threat than you? I don't think so. But if you're suggesting a truce, fine. For now." Hana lowers the pistol slightly, but keeps it trained on Julio Guillermo. She tilts her head, eyes narrowed. "You'd better not be lying to me. I'm not known for my forgiving nature."

She glances around warily, then back at Julio Guillermo. "Another pilot? Great, just what we need. Fine, let's use the snow to our advantage. But I'm not lowering my guard around you." Hana adjusts her grip on the pistol and starts to limp towards the trees, leaving a trail of red in the snow. She calls back over her shoulder: "Keep up. And don't try anything funny. I may be injured, but I can still shoot straight."

She scoffs, waving the pistol dismissively. "Carry me? Not a chance. I can walk just fine on my own." Hana grits her teeth, taking another limping step forward. The pain is obvious, but she refuses to show any weakness. "I don't need your help. Just stay out of my way and maybe we'll both survive this."

Surprised, Hana struggles in Julio Guillermo's arms, trying to push away. But the pain in her leg makes it difficult. She snarls angrily. "What are you doing?! Put me down, you idiot! I can walk on my own!" Hana tries to aim the pistol at Julio Guillermo's head, but he dodges out of the way easily. She curses under her breath, hating how vulnerable she feels. "This doesn't mean I trust you. Or that I've forgiven you for shooting me down."

Hana falls silent, considering Julio Guillermo's words. She looks up at him, her red eyes searching his face. After a moment, she sighs and stops struggling. "You're right. If you wanted me dead, I'd already be gone. But don't think this means I'm going to make it easy for you. I'm not some damsel in distress." Hana relaxes slightly, letting Julio Guillermo carry her the rest of the way to the tree line. She keeps the pistol pointed at the ground, but her finger remains on the trigger. "I still don't trust you. But for now, we need to work together. Let's find a good spot to hole up and figure out our next move."

She looks up ahead, squinting through the falling snow. "An outpost, huh? That could work. Lead the way." Hana shifts in Julio Guillermo's arms, trying to get a better view. Despite her injuries, she's still alert and ready for danger. She keeps her eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any sign of the other pilot. "Just don't get us lost. I'm not in the mood to play 'follow the leader' right now."

Hana looks around the outpost, taking in the dilapidated buildings and broken equipment. She wrinkles her nose in disgust. "This place is a dump. But it'll have to do for now. We need to find some supplies and figure out how to treat that leg wound of mine." Hana pushes herself out of Julio Guillermo's arms, grimacing in pain but determined to stand on her own. She hobbles over to a nearby table, using it to support her weight. She looks back at Julio Guillermo, her red eyes hard. "Well? What are you waiting for? Start searching. And try not to make too much noise. We don't want to attract any unwanted attention."

She takes the bandage from Julio Guillermo, ripping open the packaging with her teeth. She starts to wrap it around her injured leg, hissing in pain as she tightens it. "Hurry up and find something to make a fire with. It's freezing in here." Hana leans against the table, her breath coming out in visible puffs in the cold air. She keeps her pistol within easy reach, still not fully trusting Julio Guillermo. Despite the pain, she's determined to maintain control of the situation. "And try to be quiet about it. We don't know if that other pilot is still out there."

She looks up, her eyes narrowing. "A boiler room? Good. That should be a good place to start a fire. But keep your voice down. And be careful. The last thing we need is for something to collapse on us." Hana pushes off from the table, using her pistol as a makeshift crutch. She starts limping towards the boiler room, glancing back at Julio Guillermo. "Come on. Let's go see what we can find in there. And don't touch anything unless I tell you to. I don't need you getting us killed because you can't follow simple instructions."

She shoots Julio Guillermo a glare, not appreciating his sarcasm. "Don't get smart with me. I'm still in charge here, whether you like it or not." Hana turns back around and continues limping towards the boiler room, her grip tightening on her pistol. She's determined to maintain control of the situation, even if it means being harsh with Julio Guillermo. But deep down, she's grateful for his help, even if she'll never admit it out loud. "Just focus on finding something to burn. And be quick about it. I don't want to freeze to death while we're stuck here."

She takes the blanket from Julio Guillermo, wrapping it around her shoulders with a sigh of relief. The warmth feels good against her cold skin. She looks at Julio Guillermo, her expression softening slightly. "Thanks. It's freezing in here. But this is all you could find? Just a blanket?" Hana looks around the room, her eyes landing on a broken chair in the corner. She points to it with her pistol. "Break off one of the legs from that chair. We can use it to help start the fire. And keep looking. There has to be something else we can use as kindling."

She watches as Julio Guillermo starts the fire, her eyes flickering with a mix of relief and unease. The warmth feels good, but she's still on edge, not fully trusting her current companion. She keeps her distance from the flames, her hand still resting on her pistol. "Good. Now, keep an eye on the fire. I'm going to keep looking for supplies. We'll need food and water if we're going to survive this." Hana starts to hobble away, her eyes scanning the room for anything useful. She pauses after a few steps and glances back at Julio Guillermo, her expression serious. "And don't go anywhere. We stick together, at least until we figure out what to do next. Understood?"

She looks towards the mess hall, considering Julio Guillermo's words. After a moment, she nods. "Alright. Let's go check it out. But stay close. I don't want to have to come looking for you if something goes wrong." Hana starts limping towards the mess hall, her pistol at the ready. She glances back at Julio Guillermo, her red eyes hard. "And don't touch anything without my permission. We don't know what might be contaminated or dangerous."

She smirks slightly at Julio Guillermo's polite response, but quickly hides it, not wanting to show any weakness. She leads the way towards the mess hall, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "Just remember, I'm the one in charge here. You're just here to help. Don't forget your place." Hana pushes open the door to the mess hall, her pistol raised and ready. She steps inside, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the empty tables and chairs. She lowers her gun slightly, but still keeps it within easy reach. "Alright, let's find something to eat. And hurry up about it. We don't have all day."

She whirls around at the sound of the gunshot, her pistol raised and ready. She sees Julio Guillermo clutching his arm, blood seeping between his fingers. Her eyes narrow as she scans the room, trying to locate the shooter. "Get down!" She hisses, ducking behind a nearby table for cover. She reaches out and grabs Julio Guillermo's uninjured arm, pulling him down with her. Her eyes meet his, filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Who shot you?" She demands, her voice low and urgent. "Where are they?"

She nods, her expression grim. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come. "Alright. Here's the plan. I'll provide cover fire. You find a way to get to the entrance without getting shot again. Once you're there, signal me. Then, we'll take them out together. Got it?" She doesn't wait for a response, instead peeking out from behind the table and firing a few shots towards the entrance. She glances back at Julio Guillermo, her eyes fierce. "Go. Now."

She watches as Julio Guillermo runs towards the entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. She fires a few more shots, trying to keep the shooter occupied while Julio Guillermo makes his way there. As soon as he reaches the entrance, she signals him with a nod, then stands up, her pistol raised. "On three. One... Two... Three!" Together, they both open fire on the shooter, aiming for their head and chest. The shooter falls to the ground, dead. Hana holsters her pistol, then rushes over to Julio Guillermo, her eyes filled with concern as she looks at his arm. "You okay? That was a lucky shot. We need to get that wound cleaned and bandaged. Can you move?"

She raises an eyebrow at Julio Guillermo's attempt at humor, despite the situation. She can't help but smirk slightly. "Even? I don't think so. I'm still the one with the gun here." She jokes back, trying to lighten the mood. But her expression quickly turns serious again as she looks at his arm. "Come on. Let's find the infirmary and get that taken care of. We can worry about being even later." Hana starts to lead Julio Guillermo out of the mess hall, her steps quick and purposeful. She keeps a close eye on their surroundings, still on guard for any other threats. Her mind is already racing, trying to figure out their next move.

She nods, limping over to the cabinet Julio Guillermo pointed out. She pulls out a bandage and some antiseptic, then turns back to him. "Alright. Let's take care of this. It's not too bad, but it'll need to be cleaned and bandaged properly to prevent infection." Hana gestures for Julio Guillermo to sit down on one of the beds. She sits beside him, her hands gentle as she unwraps the bandage. She looks up at him, her expression serious. "Don't worry. I've done this before. Just try to stay still." She starts to clean the wound, her touch careful and precise. As she works, she glances up at Julio Guillermo, her eyes searching his face. "You did good back there. We make a pretty good team, don't you think?"

She smirks as she finishes wrapping the bandage around Julio Guillermo's arm, her fingers deft and practiced. "Well, I guess it's better late than never, huh?" She stands up, tossing the used bandage into a nearby waste bin. She turns back to Julio Guillermo, her expression serious again. "But we can't dwell on what could have been. We need to focus on surviving this, and getting out of here. Together." Hana starts to limp towards the door, her eyes scanning the room for anything else they might need. "Come on. We should keep moving. Who knows what else is out there waiting for us."

Hana stops in her tracks and turns to face Julio Guillermo, her expression turning cold. Her eyes narrow as she regards him warily. "My base? Why do you want to know about that? You're my enemy, remember? I can't just trust you with that kind of information." She crosses her arms over her chest, her stance defensive. "What's your angle here? Are you trying to find out our location so you can report back to your superiors? I thought we were past all that." She takes a step towards him, her voice low and threatening. "I suggest you start talking, and tell me why you really want to know about my base. Now."

Hana's eyes widen in surprise at Julio Guillermo's revelation. She takes a step back, her expression softening slightly. She uncrosses her arms, her hands falling to her sides. "That's... That's a lot to take in. I didn't expect you to do something like that for me." She looks down, her mind racing as she tries to process this new information. When she looks back up, her eyes meet Julio Guillermo's, and she can see the sincerity in them. She takes a deep breath, then nods. "Okay. I believe you. And I'm sorry for doubting you. It's just... This war has made it hard to trust anyone, even your own people sometimes." Hana unholsters her pistol, then offers it to Julio Guillermo, butt first. "Here. Take this."

Hana's eyes widen in surprise as she hears Julio Guillermo's reason for sparing her. She feels a warmth spread through her chest at the comparison to his friend, even as her mind races with the implications of what he's said. "You... You really mean that? I remind you of your friend?" Her voice is softer now, less guarded. She looks down at the gun in her hand, then back up at Julio Guillermo. "Well, if I remind you of your friend, then I guess that means we have something in common, doesn't it? Something more than just being on opposite sides of this stupid war." Hana hesitates for a moment, then offers the gun to Julio Guillermo again, her expression serious. "Take it. I trust you now. And I promise, I won't shoot you in the back. Not after what you've done for me."

Hana looks around, her mind racing as she tries to figure out their next move. She turns back to Julio Guillermo, her expression determined. "We need to find shelter. Somewhere safe where we can rest and regroup. I know a place, but it's a bit of a hike from here." She gestures to her leg, wincing slightly. "And with this injury, it's going to be tough going. But we don't have much choice. We can't stay here, and we can't go back to our respective bases. Not like this." Hana starts to limp towards the door, then pauses and looks back at Julio Guillermo. "If you're up for it, that is. I know you're injured too. But if we stick together, I think we have a chance. What do you say?"

Hana looks at Julio Guillermo, her expression torn between gratitude and stubborn pride. She limps forward a few steps, then stops and looks back at him. "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But I can't ask you to carry me again. You're injured too. And I'm not some damsel in distress that needs saving." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to say next. "I can make it on my own. I'll be slow, but I'll get there. If you want to help, you can scout ahead and make sure the way is clear. But I won't be a burden to you. I can handle this." Hana starts to limp forward again, her jaw set with determination. She looks back at Julio Guillermo one more time, her eyes challenging him. "So what's it gonna be?"

Hana nods, satisfied with Julio Guillermo's response. She points in a direction off to their left, her expression serious. "Alright. Follow me. I know a path that should lead us to an old ranger station. It's abandoned, but it should provide us with some shelter and a chance to rest." Hana starts to limp in that direction, her eyes scanning the trees and underbrush for any signs of danger. She keeps an eye on Julio Guillermo, making sure he's keeping up and isn't struggling too much with his own injury. "Just stay close. And keep your eyes and ears open. We don't know what else is out here, and I don't want to be caught off guard again." She glances back at him, a hint of concern in her eyes. "If you start feeling weak or dizzy, tell me."