Fareeha tuned out the banter amongst her officers. Friendly banter and camaraderie was something she fostered. Something she condoned. The traditionalists had a problem with how she interacted with her company, but that was their deal. 5th operated as good as ever, and that's all that mattered to her. 

"Doctor's here," Alawa said, pointing with his fork. "Drawing the whole crowd. I bet most here haven't seen a Swiss woman. Why--"

Fareeha was on her feet. Towering above the majority of the men there, a hallmark of the Jumper Corps in general, she crossed over to where Angela was standing. Alone amongst soldiers that weren't of her own country. The sacrifice was apparent. She waved at the doctor. "Sorry. I would've found you sooner. Reporting in then needed to ... sit."

Leading Angela towards the line, she grabbed a few more items herself and walked back towards the table with doctor. "Make room," she said as the three jumpers shifted and made a space available for Angela. Fareeha took her seat and began tucking into her third plate. "Don't worry. I keep the boys in line. The others won't bother you."

"Except me," said Nero. He dodged a playful swipe from Ansaf.

Fareeha rolled her eyes. "Except him. There's no helping Nero. But please," Fareeha said as she gestured at the spot across from her. "I was just going through the replacements list with First Lieutenant Alawa here," she gestured to him, "and noticed your name on the list. Are you sure you want in? You're in danger out there. Maybe no supplies. Maybe no luck in pulling out as nicely as we did from Cairo. You could do much more here with the civilians. Hell, even the battalion."