As Boyd retreated back into his office, Maria held her position and prohibited herself the enjoyment of following along. There was always the responsibility to be better, and it started with discipline, regardless of how trivial it could be. She caught Milo's eyes as he turned around, and couldn't help but feel a small, painful bit of pity within her. It was a sadness that did not come easy, it was like losing one all over again. Milo was one of the good ones, although she came to believe that about all of her staff, and knew the truth was more often than not far darker. For now, he'd always been a good soldier. As her lieutenant left, she snapped a small, informal salute and called down the hallway, "Farewell Lieutenant. Make us proud," and with that turned away. She didn't want to be seen sulking, the image of the stoic captain had to survive even if her company didn't. The company came back to the forefront of her mind, she needed to find out who else was leaving before she could pack up and get back to work. There were papers that needed to be sent to Erschald, because she had already determined what she would be putting the remainder of her company to work on. Newly determined, or perhaps just frustrated, she went off down the hall in the opposite direction, to find some messengers.