Erika looked at the woman. She could smell the cheap liquor as the woman approached, weaving unsteadily. "You're the excellent sharpshooter?" she said unbelievingly, to the drunken woman. Her head began pounding again and she winced. She turned to Luke, "And what are you doing here, not that I'm not grateful." Dizziness came over her so she sat down clumsily in the snow. "I just need to get back." She said as she put her head in her hands, wincing as another wave of pain came over her. Erika then pulled herself to her feet, "Well, we better start heading back to the base." She turned back to Andy "How well can you shoot sober?" she asked with a tinge of curiosity as Erika started to walk, as best she could, in the direction of headquarters.