[h1]Arcadia[/h1]

Karida carefully listened through Yvette's debriefing, catching wind of all the details and bits, but barely paid attention when she started asserting herself. There goes the woman's pride again. Sure, there was need for a more prominent figure among two leaders, but not one that obstructs the other's commands based on their own assumption that they are an absolute authority with no error. Karida thought she could say some words to throw Yvette off her high horse, but that would make matters worse, so she kept silent.

A few minutes would pass, and Yvette was already calling the others as they scrambled to board the vehicle. An eager lass, she was, but that spelt impatience, an attitude that deeply rooted to her flesh. Amidst the tired, uneased faces scurrying to the Z-ATV, Karida made her way steady and slow, and her face, as if stricken with paralyzing venom from a creature in No-Man's-Land and perpetually stuck expressionless, stood out. Her stare fixated on a girl, scantily-clad and bare, of whom Karida's eyes judged thoroughly as she loaded herself on the steel craft.