[h1][center][color=SpringGreen] Private Hexner [/color][/center][/h1]

Having drunk too much for her system to handle Aria once she fee asleep stayed asleep all night. Snoring loudly for most of it. Every so often muttering something random as she slept. When she was awoken Aria groaned and muttered several curse words. Getting up after being prodded several times she eventually got to her feet and stretched. Several of her joints cracking loudly. Looking at the ground where she had slept she tilted her head a little confused.
[color=SpringGreen]"Why did I fall asleep on the floor? Where the hell did the blanket come from?"[/color] Aria muttered dusting herself off as she tried to recover the memories of last night. But after a moment her mind only provided a few blurry moments. There was whisky involved and she gave up a pack of smokes for some reason. But the rest was a blur. 
[color=SpringGreen][i]"Oh well ..."[/i][/color] Aria thought pulling out lighting up a cigarette. Leaving the room pretty sure if she dawdled much longer she'd get in trouble.

Heading down stairs, she took a spot for the meeting. Aria listened to Corporal Hunt feeling quite pleased that being sent back for a little down time. Even if she'd not really done much in that last battle. Once the Corporal ended the meeting Aria gave him a salute and headed back upstairs she was pretty sure all her gear was in place. But wanted to check and see if she could recall anything from last night Once back her pack she did a quick check to find everything in order. Although noticed her notebook was on the ground. She flipped through it and saw nothing new.
[color=SpringGreen]"So ... I showed it, someone ... but I can't recall who.”[/color] she muttered to herself with a shrug. It was not important as the notebook was undamaged. 

Aira spent the time before leaving touching up a few of her drawings out the front of the house. All the while smoking like a chimney. It was going to dull ride back and knew inside the APC she couldn’t partake of her habit. When it came time to leave he boarded when ordered to and let her mind wonder while staring at whatever/ whoever was across from her. Trying to ignore the need for a smoke while in transit.

When they arrived, Aria was surprised to be screeching serjeant. Who apparently was unhappy with them for bring a dirty APC into what looked like to be close to immaculate vehicle bay. Aria became annoyed. She wanted to tell the serjeant to go stick a rifle where the sun didn’t shine. Clean the grubby APC she was not something she wanted to do. Right now Aria just wanted to find out where she could store her gear and have a smoke or three. However, Hunt ordered the squad to clean so clean she would do. Setting her pack down and took off the shirt of her uniform. Revealing a dirty white tank top.
[color=SpringGreen]"I need a shower and clean clothes”[/color] Aria muttered to herself looking at the newest member of the squad run off and come back with a bucket. Aria doing fetching another bucket and several sponges. Dumping all but on the ground. She took a spot at the front of the APC. Wetting her sponge, she brought to the vehicle hull and started to scrub.
[color=SpringGreen]"This is annoying and frustrating me. Is it not the job crew of a vehicle to keep it clean?”[/color] she said to herself as she scubbed.