Friends?

Veronica only nodded. "I have been doing that fro the very beginning. Hopefully the civilians will have to a place to stay in the near future. I heard messengers have been sent to the nearby villages in order to take in people. Although there will be a lot of distance to cover I believe that they will be able to make it." She continued to stand at attention and looked to Beats curious about his response.

Veronica nods. "If a person is not injured they are usually helping their family or friends. There is a good portion who are volunteering with food and resource handouts." She sighed. "There are however people who are only looking out for themselves. They don't gather food or supplies for the camp and are only using the resources given to them."

Veronica relaxed from her stiff posture. The fire was beginning to die and she tossed another piece in.

"I know, but I feel like I failed. So many people died. I work with both rebels and defenders and still, only so many got out alive." She watched as the flames danced before her, the tongues of fire licking at some imaginary target.

"It's just the whole city has fallen apart and yet people still refuse to work with each other... what wil it take?"

Veronica looked at him gauging his question then back to the hungry flames.

"I...I really don't know. Another revolution could end the same what it did with Arakai. Thousands out of a home and starving. I want people to work together but even when face with annihilation they refuse to do so. If I did help with a revolution, what would happen then? Who would take over the place of the official that were killed?"

Veronica hesitantly opened the folder and began to read the first file. She quickly moved onto the second and third. She felt sick and would have tossed the papers into the flames if not for their value. She handed the folder back after sometime, quietly contemplating what she had just read.

"I knew the goverment was corrupt but...not to this extent." She sighed. She then looked to Reinhardt. "I will help where I can with the revolution. Just tell me what I can do."

"Understood," Veronica said automatically. She almost saluted him before remembering that there was no need. He certainly has the speech patterns of a commanding officer down. The fire grew dim again and Veronica pulled the blanket around her taking in the last traces of warmth.

"Thanks for the talk commander. I need some rest. Talk to you later." With that veronica turns and leaves the clearing the fire dying to mere embers.