[@Dannyrulx]

(Joining the party, in the most ironic and funny way possible)

Meris at that point, was drunk - like most of the Imperial Guardsmen in a metre vicinity of her. Throughout the fighting and surviving, it felt great to party for one night atleast. You fight non-stop for years, then it's always a great moment to let lose - even moreso when such times will likely last only one time.

Her Comissar had given her and her only comrade - their own rations, plus some extra for 'not wanting to waste resources' which due to several abhuman regiments getting mauled and destroyed wholly - they were judged to be the most 'human-looking' abhumans to receive them. And at this point, Meris felt that triple-alcohol rations felt better than any medal she received.

Plus throughout their campaign, she had managed to snog an ork' head during the last days of fighting and had 'tinkered' with it - in a weird way. As such, she was drunk and still managed to maintain more balance than some humans around her - being dark and all, most wouldn't be able to see her armor colors or were too drunk to care. 

If there was one thing - she could say good about the orks, is that their heads were atleast strong and thick-skulled. As such, it might have been a weird to see - when a Felinid suddenly appeared, kicking an ork-skull with attached metal bits - in a round shape. Playing soccer with it, or ball. "Yeah! How do you feel now, ya greenskinned freak! Use my skull as an ornament! Ish using your head AS A BALL!" she cheered, kicking her ball several times against the wall and bouncing it back. Before it rolled near the fire and she went to retrieve it - not minding any stares she got.

"Hhey! Anybody up for some kharmic payback? I ghots one ork skull made into a ball - and eight tickets worth of booze! Anybody up for kicking some ork skull-bhall?" she asked, holding said ork head up - and laughing to herself.