Sergeant Maiko's eyes dug into this Dr Ng's eyes in silence, scraping out whatever information she could out of her soul. For the time being, she decided that this Abby was no threat. "This is what Captain Ishida wants. But we need nothing from you. There is no payment required. We are the UN and the JSDF, not Sony or Mitsubishi. If you remain with us, we would prefer that you do nothing but live and breathe; food, water, security, all essentials are provided."

With that, she turned and started walking back to the School of Education, "I will show you where you may deposit your things." Walking around her men, who were carrying more corpses out, she continued, "We do not need a nutritionist. In case you and your American friends did not notice the red cross on our arms, Captain Ishida is a medical officer by vocation and I am a medic."

She took Abby to the third floor, the same floor where they had set up most of their makeshift headquarters. The command room, bunks and armoury were all on the same floor. There were rows upon rows of lockers outside the staff offices and classrooms, "You may have one of these. You just have to clear out whatever rubbish is inside your locker. As I've discovered, American students tend to be rather messy and unsanitary. Pray that the locker of your choosing is unoccupied. If you suspect yourself of contracting a form of skin disease or another after that, approach Captain Ishida for treatment when he comes back."

Inside the teaching staff's office hall, the main room of the HQ was set up. There, Sergeant Maiko opened a metal box mounted on the wall containing all locker keys; "There is a science lab on the other end of this floor. We plan to use it for research, but you could share it with us for whatever you wish to do."