Alonso relented little in the face of Evan's scepticism, unwilling to let go of his deep-rooted suspicions. Imperials were all backstabbing murderers; it had been hard enough to accept that his commanding officer was one even after the old man had proven his loyalties. How was anyone supposed to trust a dirty Imp, even a suspected one like Glaive, without some proof of their sincerity? Evan just couldn't see the facts and Alonso suspected the others would be the same... [b]'Joke all you like, but Imps are the enemy and I'll treat them like it.'[/b] The older soldier tried to laugh it off, but pulled short when the potential Imp herself made her presence known. Alonso leaned back into the sofa, subjecting her a deeply suspicious glare as he tried to spot any hint of betrayal in her eyes. Glaive wasn't impressed though and the sharp look in her eye looked more like indignation than fear... Still not enough proof though; he would be ready if she tried to put a knife in anyone's back. Another voice broke him out of his reverie and Alonso realised that he had been staring at the woman for some time. [b]'I, uh... I have a sour face.'[/b] He tried to lighten up, for their sakes more than his own. [b]'I didn't get much chance to do anything today. Fucking snipers.'[/b] Draining away the last of his coffee with a conflicted expression, Alonso soon excused himself and retired to his bunk. It was hard, being surrounded by so many strange people... Almost like none of them knew right from wrong, friend from foe. The boy rolled over and tried to put it out of his mind.


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Perhaps Harald had been overoptimistic when expecting a deeper reply from Brenna, but he was beginning to understand why she hadn't introduced herself to the squad earlier. He was alright with reclusives, at times finding their company quite relaxing, but Harald wasn't sure if Brenna's anti-social nature would last in their new environment; the squad's shared facilities were all communal. With only two bunk rooms, one male and one female, she wouldn't be able to stay isolated forever. But that was a problem for another day, he decided. He had done enough to unnerve the girl tonight. [b]'Well... One day we'll go back there. Maybe I'll have enough from my militia wages to buy a house. One day.'[/b] He paused for a long moment, peering aimlessly up into the night sky, remembering simpler times, the vibrant Darktown nightlife and long beat patrols in the early hours. [b]'... I think I'll have an early night. You shouldn't stay up too late either; tomorrow's training is a step up from today. Night'o, Sykora.'[/b] With that, Harald flashed a warm smile before heading back into the barracks, and bed.