[h3]Lilly's Post[/h3]
Lilly nodded when she was told to be more at ease. [b]"Very well, Corporal Stichler."[/b] Despite her words, though, Lilly didn't seem to have relaxed in the slightest. The idea of improperly greeting someone of a higher rank (even if they told her it was fine) seemed foreign to her, as her aristocratic upbringing dictated that she should be acting prim and proper at every occasion. [b]"Then if you do not mind, I will accompany you, Corporal. ... Eh, actually one moment please."[/b] As Celeste started walking towards the showers, Lilly hurried back to her room to grab a hair brush, before following after her. She had originally (grudgingly) put off straightening her hair for fear of missing out on a chance to socialize with the rest of the squad, but it appeared that she could do both now, while she waited outside the shower room door. 

Leaning against the wall outside the entrance, Lilly started combing her hair and trying to get all the knots out of it while she chatted with the Corporal through the cracked open door. [b]"Corporal Stichler, if I may be so bold as to inquire... Where are you from? It seems as though the squad is composed of people from many different parts of Gallia."[/b]

[h3]Evan's Post[/h3]
Evan shrugged at Alonso's mention of the possibility of Alex being a spy. The concept was laughable to him. A spy sent to keep an eye on the common militia? Absurd. And the reasoning behind it was based on an accent and a pistol. Evan just leaned back into the couch and held up his hands. [b]"I dunno kid, but dial back the paranoia a bit, would ya? Besides. You use an Imperial rifle and lance. What does that make you? Twice as Imperial?"[/b] Evan chuckled to himself as he said the last bit. Imperials (despite them being the enemy) didn't really bother him, and besides, they made some damn fine armoured vehicles (minus their accursed shifters). Darcsens were the only ones that actually bothered him. [b]"Eh, I joke, friend, but-"[/b] He was cut off by a rather sharp look from the object of their discussion as Private Glaive entered the room. Switching topics to avoid the awkwardness, Evan hurriedly greeted her with a small wave. 

[b]"Evenin', Glaive. Nice work with that tank, back there, by the way. Rarely have I seen such a fine demolition. You manage to make it out of that mess?"[/b]

Before he could get a reply, Paul walked into the room behind her, causing Evan to turn and greet the second newcomer. [b]"My my, we're getting quite a crowd. More the merrier! Evenin', Dresdner. How'd you make out in the field?"[/b] Evan scootched over to the side of the couch to make room in case someone else wanted to sit down. It would hardly be fair to take up an entire sofa with his rather large frame.