"Well, that's not too far off," she said, tapping her feet on the floor. Marga was bad at pretending to be brave; she knew that, Rae knew that, and there was no use trying to be seen in any other light. She was here, though, and that had to count for something. She was here and willing to lend a hand.
Her wide eyes snapped back to the blonde's face when she spoke again. In spite of her anxiety, Marga's lips curved into a small smile. "I think that'd be best, otherwise I'll probably be pretty useless. I've never had to fight these things in close quarters before." Nodding to herself, the sniper allowed herself a spark of confidence. After all, it was a better plan than what the so-called leader of this group had devised. Run in, kill anything that moves, take stuff, get out. Pretty much to the exact word of what she and the others had been told. Maybe that was good enough for those who had done this sort of thing before, but it sounded pretty unorganized to Marga.
"How do they even know that particular mall hasn't been completely looted already?" Marga mused aloud. Voicing her thoughts seemed to be easing her nerves somewhat. "I mean, it's been at least four years. Eventually we're going to run out of places to get supplies..." It wasn't a pleasant thing to think about, but it was true.