Perhaps only if you don’t mind explosions
Upon hearing the voice she flinched; it wasn’t that it was frightening to most it might have been. But she’d wasn’t scared of demon sort of creatures, so pretty much everything else didn’t phase her either. She flinched because being spoken to was entirely unexpected. And at the sound of the words, which her brain didn’t entirely process yet, she reached toward the head of the bed. Normally this is where one of her spare guns where kept, and the fact that all she felt was the bed gave the indication that she wasn’t in her own room.
Then her brain sort of understood what was said, and the mentioned name registered as one of the men that had been found on Doranin. She pulled herself into a sitting position. Monica glanced around the room, eyes adjusting to the light. She glared, and muttered something in Spanish. Then her eyes fell upon the man, and he spoke again give his name this time. She didn’t say anything just yet, not in reply to his name or to what it was that people called him.
Monica watched him a moment. Staring maybe a bit longer than she should; although it wouldn’t be described entirely as a glare, it was more of an interested gaze. She quirked a brow at his boots, she fancies them. Although not entirely the only thing that she’d fancied. The woman was currently wearing simple brown trousers and a tank top; she had knee length boots that had been removed and placed next to her bed on the floor. A gold chain hangs around her neck. On her hand was a brace that was holding it in place so she couldn’t move it.
“Have ya seen the gorram squabblin’ doctor? The little boy, or perhaps the lady doc?” She asked of the man as he lay back down in his bed. She didn’t sound happy in the slightest. Her voice was low, and her face expressed immense disliking of something. As to what, was unclear, although she seemed to be glaring at the room its self.