Her business in the city had been concluded without a hitch. A few messengers had went out, and she had made personal stops where it had been possible. All it had resulted in was a long sequence of goodbyes and a certain roster of who was and was not departing from the 33rd with Alec Cross. The actual numbers were worse than she would have hoped, the vast majority of her company was being entrusted to the operation and she was to simply continuing doing whatever it was she did, with a skeleton crew now. The rain hadn't stopped, didn't seem to her that it would stop any time soon anyway, and her poor green jacket had seen better nights. From the mist, her target slowly came into a view. An otherwise unsuspecting hotel, held by two of her own men. She waved as she passed, and gently shouldered open the door of the hotel in time to vaguely overhear one of her lieutenants. Conversations between soldiers always seemed to veer that way sooner or later. "Good evening, Milo, Cross," She said flatly, removing her jacket as she walked across the room and took a seat in the vacated couch. "Most scouts aren't hesitant about killing," she said, her eyes slowly passing from Milo to Alec. "But they're not hired killers. The reason you've been given Scouts is to protect you from a kind of threat you don't understand." She stopped, looking to the brandy perched above the fireplace, seeming to take a kind of solace. "I wanted to say goodnight and goodbye, but I'm happier to find you all still awake. Milo, I have the list of companions." A crumpled up piece of paper, the one she'd been all over town to fill out, was pulled from her pocket, and she unturned the list in her hands, holding it out to MIlo. Naturally, it included over half of the company's current size, all told 24 men with a distinct shortage of officers.