Had she done well, did she succeed, did she mess up? Louisiana walked briskly through the halls, black clouds filling her vision as she became more and more anxious over the coming results. Her blue helmet hung limply in her right hand, hanging just from the tips of her fingers, and the rest of her armor clunked and shook with each stomp she took across the metal floor. Countless white suited worked caught sight of her face and quickly moved out of her way, murmuring once they thought she was just out of sight.

[i]’Don’t are, don’t care. Dammit, I need a drink, or a smoke, or a nap. Dammit, dammit…’[/i] Louisiana sighed loudly then, running her free hand through her slicked down hair, allowing a few strands to free themselves from the mound of pale yellow. A nap would be best, and… She had been so close. So very close to the closed door of her room that would have been a nice, calming experience after such a sloppy training session, but eyes had caught her just as she was about to enter the final hall. At first, her mind wondered if she should simply keep on moving and ignore the eyes, but as she followed through with that plan she realized the person simply follow, like a puppy. Or stalker. Eventually, Louisiana turned, gray eyes narrowed venomously as she glared up at the hulking Freelancer. Of course, his size had caught her off guard momentarily, as he was a simple skyscraper compared to her, but she didn’t allow her face to show such a weak emotion.

“What,” she hissed, hand quickly brushing a strand of pale hair away from her eyes as she took another step closer to the tall recruit, “do you want?” Louisiana glared for a moment longer, then blinked, quickly recalling see this huge guy on the battle field moments ago. He was a fucking tank, obviously, shown by his height, but she vaguely remembered him just ramming into a huge hoard of the machines. Perhaps challenging someone like him wasn’t a good idea with the state of her head and shoulder at that second, but right now she was too nervous and angry to care much. Just goes to show, agitation wouldn’t get her very far in a fight which may require wit and energy.