Gehenna followed her escorts. She had to take considerably faster steps to keep up with her escorts. She was slightly unhappy. The height difference between her and her guards was quite noticeable. Henna had never liked her height. The fact that she was shorter than almost everyone else. The fact that it was almost always brought up one way or another. That people decided that she always needed help reechoing things which, even though Henna says she can, she can't reach.

Boots making almost no sound, Henna followed her escorts. She used stealth, making it so sometimes an escort had to look back to make sure she was still there. But Henna was, silently walking, red eyes scanning her environment, scanning for anything that could go wrong. But Henna didn't want to dwell on the negatives, she simply needed to keep herself busy on her little 'walk'

Walking into the room, Henna looked at the people already inside. They were all taller than her, even the the guy with scales, though not by much. And that did not make her very much happier, the smallest of them was easily three or four inches taller than her. She soon saw the highest ranked officer in the room and saluted.
"Sergeant Major Gehenna Nilfheim Übel, Sir" she said. It was only moment after that, while still saluting, Henna sneezed. It was quiet and very girly, but it was enough for Henna's hand to move because of it.