[center][h3]Private Durandal[/h3][/center]
She'd taken the APC ride to read that mysterious journal she'd found among her things. It wasn't hers, so who's was it? It was some Captain Attenborough. Sounded like a nice guy, but why did she have his journal? Maybe she'd find out. As far as she got, she hadn't heard any mention of herself. The man clearly cared about his men, but she couldn't quite figure out... there was something a little strange about it she couldn't put her finger on.

The young lady from before came and addressed her. "Yeah, I'm feeling alright. I'm still a little," she pauses, "foggy, on details, but... I think I'll manage. We're fighting an imperial invasion. My training was a little different than guns and mortars, but I'm no stranger to a fight."