[h3]Lilly's Post[/h3]
[b]"...Sir..."[/b] Lilly sloppily came to attention as she was addressed. Her tiredness had caught up with her after she was shot, and she had very nearly fallen asleep while laying in the grass 'dead'. She didn't think that a better running posture would have helped her much in her previous situation (she was shot square in the side), but Sergeant Harald had a valid point. She did have a tendency of panicking and flailing when under fire, so she would need to work on that. [b]"Yes, Sir... I will endeavor to improve on that."[/b] She forcefully held back a yawn as the Sergeant moved on to talk to the others. The fact that they had won greatly pleased her, but she was far too tired to revel in their victory. Right now she was more focused on walking one step at a time, and not collapsing as she truly wanted to do. Maybe their success here might sooth her nightmares...

After the squad was dismissed, Lilly saw various different members chatting with each other about the battle as they headed back to the barracks. Normally she would have loved to talk with some of them (particularly Glaive, who she did not know what happened to), but she was far too tired at the moment. Trudging back to her quarters without saying a word to the others, she collapsed on her bunk, not even bothering to dust herself off or close the door to the sleeping quarters. Her sleep was still haunted by night terrors, but this time was thankfully not severe enough to wake her up. Though she would wake up drenched in sweat, she would be thankful for the full rest. Waking up in the middle of her nap would have hurt her chances of making it through the rest of the day with some semblance of consciousness.

[h3]Evan's Post[/h3]
While the rest of the squad were allowed to go back to the barracks, Evan's work was not yet done. Walking back out to the field, he retrieved the APC's machine gun and spent the next half hour cleaning and remounting it. This was his squad's vehicle, and he was going to be damn sure that it was in tip-top shape. 

Once he was sure that the quality of his work was satisfactory, Evan headed back to the barracks, wondering what the rest of the squad was doing. He bumped into the sergeant on the way back, nodding and tossing him a quick greeting before continuing on. [b]"That was a good battle, Darcsen."[/b] Let it never be said that Evan refused to acknowledge a job well done. He might not like talking with the dark hairs, but if he saw something noteworthy he was sure to comment on it. 

When he arrived at the barracks, Evan headed immediately for the common area and took a seat on the couch. Addressing everyone who wasn't currently involved in a conversation, his loud voice asked [b]"Sooo.... How did everyone do?"[/b].