[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

[b]'Muller, then. Good to make your acquaintance.'[/b] Another mortar lance, interestingly enough. Durandal had helped considerably last night with hers and with the prospect of further urban combat ahead, Harald was quite glad to have the firepower. [b]'Go with Corporal Stichler for the moment, she'll show you about.'[/b] He turned his attention to the last new addition, one eyebrow rising as he took note of her dishevelled appearance. [b]Well... Good morning Rosseau, I guess.'[/b] How the hell CArn had managed to recruit a fucking drunkard was beyond him, but the Sergeant had to work with what he had. [b]'No-go Private, sorry. We're hours away from any established bases and we've got limited kit on hand. Tell you what though, there's a spare SMG in the APC-'[/b] [i]Kyo's SMG at least...[/i] [b]'- so go get that and scrounge up and kit we have lying around. Might be a few bits of Imperial webbing left over from last night, if you need it.'[/b] He paused for a long moment, wondering if he should just let the girl sleep; she [i]did[/i] look pretty shattered... But no. [b]'Sorry Stichler, but this one's your responsibility for the moment. Kit her up, then sober her up.'[/b]

With that, he let the Corporal lead them from the room but snagged one at the last moment. [b]'Skye, was it? You're with me. I need a hand with a few of the wounded.'[/b] The two of them trudged upstairs to where the injured had been left overnight. Luckily he had had the foresight to move Durandal in with the other two when he awoke, leaving the three of them packed together on a pair of beds. [b]'Durandal there is another one of our lancers; I think she hit her head during the fight. Looked alright this morning, but I don't want to take chances. Could you give her a once over for me?'[/b] In the meantime he knelt between the two beds to check on the last two remaining members of the original squad from Rinneheim. Sykora's pale skin was nothing new, she always looked like she would be better off indoors. Harald propped her up gently against a pillow, lightly tapping her cheek to wake her up. [b]'Oi... Oi, come on now, up you get. Oversleeping's a court martial-able offence, y'know?'[/b] He tried to cover his concern with a bit of humour, well aware that either of them could be more seriously injured than anticipated. Casting a glance over his shoulder at Jatmoore's sleeping form, he was glad to see that most of the cuts and bruises had healed over; thank the Valks for ragnaid. [b]'You too, Private. Breakfast's ready and the guys are worried.'[/b] If it had been one of the guys (like for example Hunt, or [i]definitely[/i] Carn), he would have just dumped a pale of cold water on their heads. But these two just seemed too... delicate for that. It worried him immensely.