Ribsy settled into the cot with a groan. A full day's worth of testing and not a single moment of rest for anyone. They'd sucked down lunch, inhaled dinner, and had gone back to the tests which had consisted of everything from eyes (again), muscle tone (again), heart/ekg (again, again, again), to the more invasive blood tests. Each check was followed by something physical. They'd sparred against one another, watched over by the candidates who had been there longer, then watched while those who had been longer, were forced to do more intense sparring – the actions more of a dance than actually sparring. 

Then it was on treadmills, spitting in a cup, sucking down more water, eating snacks, then back to doing some work on form. 

Of course, that didn't have to be all, because it wasn't just about their physical ability, it was their mental stability, and after everything was done and over with, then they'd begun the real torture. Tests, examinations, focus assessments, and finally the sim drives. 

Ribst flexed her arms just to shake off the lassisitude in them. Above her, she could hear Shankari rummage around in her bags before the door opened and Shankari shuffled, then went still. 

Ribsy lifted her head and stared at the woman who had just entered. They had missed one another, mostly due to Ribsy being at the poker game until late. That wouldn't be happening for a second night in a row. With a grimace, she rolled to sitting up, clasped the edge of her mattress, then glanced over at where Shankari was standing at a sort of attention. 

Rolling her eyes, Ribsy hopped up. “Lt. Murphy? I'm Ribsy. Sorry we missed one another last night.” She extended her hand to the smaller woman and her best, most friendly smile. The woman had been in a piss-poor mood due to some bureaucratic nonsense the day before, but that wasn't about Ribsy or Shankari, really. So there was likely no ill will toward the pair of them, so much as Ribsy could see.