Got Us A Battle, Never Complain (Chris/Jill w/ vertigo) All in all, she tried not to think about it. Once they'd left Kijuju, there was another outbreak in another country. Sheva and Josh had more than enough help cleaning up the mess in Africa. Chris was needed elsewhere - the Middle East to be exact. It stood to reason why things were going on there. Plenty of animosity and reasons for another of Umbrella's cast offs to think they're God.
Jill didn't know why she was so quiet or so uneasy. This was what she did, she was made for it. All of her weapons were loaded. She'd fought to be a part of this operation, even when the heads of the BSAA were against the idea of dispatching her again so soon.
Except now, she could do nothing but sit in the passenger seat of the jeep, fingers absently tracing over the marks on her chest. She'd gained more colour in her skin, dyed her hair back to normal, except some marks remained. She didn't know why she'd expected them to go away.
"...There'll always be a scar," she mumbled absently, leaning against the window.