Kara replies to Nick, "Don't feel too bad about the sniper rifle. Targets on bikes are hard to hit when they don't stay put in the cross-hairs. It will be more useful if we run an assault on the hideout later."
Then there is fire in Kara's eyes, "As for talking to brutes from the Shadow, it did no good for my father and now he's dead. These bikers are taking from the innocent and harming anyone that resists. From what Ms. Johnson said about negotiation not being possible as they only understand violence, it must be WAR and any orc on a bike is a designated combatant." She slams her little fist into the palm of her other hand for emphasis as she worked herself up. Such fire and conviction might even be comical given the petite woman is only wearing a baggy t-shirt (white with a rainbow printed), Hawaiian shorts (red with white hibiscus flowers), and flip flops. Definitely not the usual tactical planning session attire, except she wasn't too good at hiding her Glock holstered at the small of her back.
The fire and emotion subsides and Kara says calmly, "Well time for bed, I for one want to catch up on my sleep if we are planning a potential night op tomorrow. Anyone worried about a watch tonight? Not that I think we will be attacked here in the motel, but we could take turns listening to the police scanner tonight."
<<OOC: I am pretty much ready to advance the clock to morning, assuming we will have an uneventful night of course.>>