Fifteen minutes, Fifteen minutes scanning the crowd. Fifteen minutes standing underneath a tree. Where was this sergeant? It took her between five and ten minutes just to get out of the crowd. Now here she was, looking for the squad she was assigned to. Brenna sighed and sat down underneath the tree. As she looked around, she noticed a smudge on her glasses, probably from when she was trying to get out of the mass of people. She pulled them off, pulled out a small handkerchief and began cleaning them. She was happy that her glasses weren't the typical round, but were rather rectangular in shape, and that her handkerchief was freshly cleaned as well.

After she finished cleaning the smudge off, she put them back on and looked at the crowd near the bar. It had died down some, but she'd still never enter. Too many people, way to high a chance that someone, if not multiple people, will attempt to socialize with her. Brenna turned her attention to the tree she was underneath, but before she could begin to admire it, a rather hot tempered sergeant came up and, in a almost demanding voice, asked what squad she was in. He got his response, although she could tell he wasn't any happier with that knowledge that she was in squad four. Brenna shook her head and moved away from the tree, as she realized that tree, like that sergeant, was generic and boring. She did spot a female near the bar that looked very clean, but at the same time very confused. Brenna wasn't about to start any conversations though, it just wasn't a thing she did.