Fareeha nodded. "That's fine with me. The space they gave me was too big for one." Letting Angela finished her meal, they got to their feet after they cleaned up. First was to the medical tent. Introductions she supposed. It always amazed her how well Angela could mingle in. Sure, Fareeha thought of herself to be a good leader. Moral and all. But the civilian and support side were different. It was hard to talk to someone who wasn't a full fledged soldier. Doc Marsala and her company medics were the exception. As an officer should do, though not many did, Fareeha did the rounds. The wounded were in good hands. Some telling her not to head back out without them. She said she wouldn't although the promise was something she may not be able to keep. Some wouldn't be able to move without prosthetics. Some would be able to given enough time. Two days, however, was hardly enough from what she'd seen for the vast majority. Exiting the medical ward, Fareeha waited patiently, her officers dismissed to their own devices and keeping the 5th from getting too rowdy and soft. Angela appeared soon after; she had been visiting one of the more critical cases. Not knowing what to expect, Fareeha stood at ease while she listened to the doctor's report. Fareeha nodded. "I feared for him back at the caves. Not many make it with something like that out here," she said. "In no small part to you though. If you'd listen to me to withdrawal, the bag of dog tags would've been heavier." Gesturing back towards the door, Fareeha entered the sandy terrain of the designated military area of the safe zone. "You met the medics and Dr. Marsala already. Officers as well." Fareeha pursed her lips. She shrugged. "That's it. Do you have any personal belongings? I'm heading back to my quarters. You can drop them off, if you do."