The cigarette couldn't last long enough. She desperately puffed on it as if it contained the last oxygen on the planet.

The looks of disdain from many of the foreigners were evident, and though she did her best to match it with her own, it couldn't be said that it wasn't deserved. She truly believed that, though the United States had undeniably been in a decline in the recent years, it still remained one of, it not the, world's greatest military forces, if not for the sheer heart of its fighters. The two other uniformed Americans were talking to her now, and she half-listened to either.

She forced a small curl of a smile at the Airman's joke, not necessarily because it was funny, but because he had felt the need to make it to her. In truth, beyond the typical accusations of weakness, and routine shit-talking, she had no true malice in her heart for any of the other branches. They were all on the same side, after all, and not everyone was cut out to be a Marine. She didn't respond to his joke beyond the smirk and a nod, before the soldier began speaking too. As soon as he opened his mouth, she knew she should have said something to him back on the helicopter, because by the way he spoke it was clear he was no one who could hammer her for telling him to fuck off. 

She continued following the drafted Police Officer, passing between two guard towers and approaching what appeared to be the compound's main door. Her cigarette hadn't lasted long enough, and before she knew it was she down to the filter. Flicking the butt onto the ground, she hoped that neither would speak directly to her and force her to respond. The last thing she wanted to do was to talk to anyone, and as she felt herself growing more and more agitated, she was anxious to be assigned a bunk and be alone for a time.