Sabrina, having been given the tour, felt sickeningly at home. The show of force, the sparkling uniforms, even the no-nonsense Colonel who's fuse was probably about as short as she was. Sabrina was never one to consider herself conceited enough to be prideful of her appearance, but she knew that she wasn't like the other girls. The short, stocky commander would probably have it out for her in some kind of way or another. It was just the nature of things. After all, she was from the EC, where the image of beauty was a well-figured person with blonde hair and blue eyes. The EC wasn't the only country with that philosophy, but in her homeland it applied to both sexes.

For now, Sabrina had hit up the firing range to practice with her sidearm and also had sent a requisition for a personal defense weapon small enough to store in her FRAME cockpit without it hampering her operation, chambered in a high-caliber cartridge. What she got was an integrally suppressed assault carbine manufactured by the NSU chambered for 7.62 by 35mm. They called it the "wolverine", and even had a silhouette of the animal's face bearing it's teeth on the lower part of the receiver. It would be here within the week thanks to a little greasing of the quartmaster's palms. She felt such a need only because of her old days back in the jungle where she was very naked, outnumbered, and had to make do with the bare basics. If she hadn't gone through Kommando training, she would likely have died.