It was goddamn madness, though Natalya had been in worse. The attack, while certainly unwelcome, wasn't the truly problematic part. The problem was, where the hell was Cable?

She'd armed herself and fallen into step. Even if she couldn't speak the language, she could sure as hell point and shoot. It let her cut a swath to Cable's tent, anyway.

Natalya shoved roughly into it and stalked over to his seated form, looking harried and frankly pissed.

"What the hell are you doing?"