[center][color=0072bc][h3]Lilly Jatmoore[/h3][/color][/center]
It took a while, but by the grace of the Valkyrur, none of the stains or scuffs Lilly's skin and uniform had collected proved to be permanent. Nearly an hour after she had started, she exited the showers, went to her room and got dressed. The barracks around her was almost completely empty, so she was able to don a fresh uniform without the worry that someone might walk in on her. It appeared that everyone was busy socializing or attending to other duties around the base. Taking advantage of the peace and quiet, Lilly flopped limply onto her bed and closed her eyes. She might have fallen asleep right then, if her stomach had not growled fiercely a minute later, jolting her back to reality. [i]"Well I guess sleep will have to wait..."[/i] She certainly wasn't going to get any relaxing done while her stomach was attempting it's best impression of a feral dog, so with much reluctance, Lilly rolled back out of bed and made her way over to the NAAFI.

Lilly couldn't help but smile when she arrived. Apparently while she had been cleaning herself, a significant number of the squad had met up here and were in the process of eating, chatting and making merry. Seeing a bunch of her comrades chatting away like they had been back in training brought a sense of normality back to her and lifted Lilly's heart a bit. They had only been gone for a handful of days, but Lilly had already gained a new-found appreciation for peaceful moments like this. Now, she mulled to herself as she stood in line for her food, the question was: where would she sit? She would have loved to sit and enjoy dinner with James, but he was talking with a girl she didn't recognize. Maybe Squad 4 was getting another transfer? At another table sat Mr. Carn, Sgt. Harald and Ms. Rousseau. It seemed like they could accommodate another person, and Lilly did want to ask Harald how he was doing, but... Well, she was not particularly comfortable around Evan. His cavalier attitude about war was not something she appreciated, but it seemed to leak from every fiber of his being. In her survey to find another table, Lilly eventually spotted one seating a lone figure in the corner of the mess hall. Aria Hexner was there, happily (or unhappily? In truth, Lilly did not know about the girl's tastes in food) munching away on her food, and being completely ignored by the rest of the group. Hmm. Well that would not do! It just seemed too sad to have a squad member eating alone, especially when they had just been fighting side by side. Once she had collected her dinner, Lilly made her way over to Aria's table. [color=0072bc]"Good evening, Miss Hexner, would you mind if I sat with you?"[/color] Lilly quickly caught herself, remembering both what James had said about calling people by their last names, and that Aria had explicitly requested this of her as well. [color=0072bc]"Oh, my apologies, you said I should address you as 'Aria' last time we spoke."[/color] She paused to take a bite of potato (for her stomach was still growling), but continued on once she swallowed. [color=0072bc]"So, Miss He-Aria. How are you? Have you made any more interesting drawings since last we spoke?"[/color]
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