You were a non hostile, that what almost every organization categorized you as. Nicknamed 'The Refuge', as no one knew who you were. It was know that if you were seen, you were to not be bother and do not harm. The Refuge coming from the fact you made it a point to help citizen's who got stuck in the crossfires, even having orphanages and places to rebuild the lives that had been stripped away. No one had really seen you before. Well that was until today.

You were walking around the war ridden city, looking for people that would have been caught in the crossfires. You kept a bag on you that carried almost everything like Mary Poppins even if the bag looked small. You had found a small child crying their heart out. It seemed their leg was caught under some debris. Of course you had gone to help the child, unbeknownst to you the Tf141 had heard the child's cries as well. Coming to help but you had beat them to it, already attending to the child. They watched from the side, amazed at the way you handle the situation so calmly.