Samara watched the sergeant walk away, brow furrowed.  Who did she think she was?  Walking off like that, not showing them around or introducing them to anybody.  It was cold, but the girl could tell that Ekkehardt was genuine.  The woman wanted to be here, she was strong and exuded a presence of pride and experience.  All of this considered, the mountain girl had no intentions to stay here, whether or not she became the battalion's prey.  Fine, if sarge was going to walk away from them, then Samara could take charge and be here for her childhood friends.  Gesturing to the tent, she nodded.

"C'mon, guys... we'll take care of this ourselves, I guess.  I'm sure that the others are just as lost anyway, even if they weren't graced with personal threats from their own beloved sergeants."  The attitude from Samara was sharpened keenly over three years of disdain and contempt for these wretched people and she wasn't afraid to let it fly when she wasn't being ordered around.

Koto shrugged and trudged along behind his younger friend, hands in his pockets as they walked.  He didn't like the idea of getting too involved or being too noticeable out here.  It was bad enough that he wasn't an amazing soldier, he didn't need to look like an insubordinate cur too.  The trio stepped into the logistics tent and walked through the line, turning in their jackets and each receiving a pair of new ones in their respective sizes with new insignias.  Samara and Koto put theirs on quickly and Samara shimmied a little bit to adjust the fit over her shoulders.  She glanced down at her side and extended her arm to look at the symbol.

"Well...  It does look a lot cooler, I'll give it that," She admitted, gripping the other by its collar and looking at the ones handing out uniforms, "Hey, where're the barracks at for new folks?  We didn't really receive a lot of direction..."

One of the corporals looked up with hollow eyes.  He had just returned from his first assignment and was obviously just going through the motions of handing out items to the new arrivals.  "Huh..?  O-oh, yeah...  If you go out and turn right, it's two tents down, diagonal away from us.  Can't miss it, it's the long one," he answered monotonously.  Samara thanked him and led the others out and to their temporary living quarters.  The beds were arranged in rows of two-level bunks, most had jackets or bags hanging from the posts.  They found a group of three empty beds with folded sheets and blankets on them that new people hadn't taken yet and she hung up her coat and dropped a bag on the top rack, deciding to make it later.

Koto took the bottom rack of the bed beside it and quickly stretched the sheets and blanket out over it, casing the pillow and leaning it against the headboard.  Military things and sparring had come naturally to him, even if anti-Titan and 3ODM combat didn't, so making his bed took him little more than forty-five seconds to a minute.  He placed his bag underneath the bed and looked back at his two companions, taking a seat on the edge.  "So...  Uh...  I guess... this is our life now, huh..?  Didn't they tell us that these Recon folks did missions outside the walls?  Do you think we're going to have to go and find people like us and bring them back..?  I won't do it."  He asked, clearly rather worried.  Samara didn't even want to think about it.

Meanwhile, Sergeant Ekkehardt was storming through the tents, barking orders.  "Where are Reacher and Fletcher?!"  She bellowed, slamming a table before throwing open the tent flap and stepping outside.  Two privates came running to her, panting.

"What is it, sergeant?"  The first one asked, finally catching his breath.  "What can we do for you?"

Ava's voice was slow and measured, seething with anger, "You can tell me why I just had four different new recruits at four [i]different[/i] times come up to me asking where they're supposed to be and what they should be doing and where they're sleeping?"

The second piped up first, "We told them to get their uniforms, ma'a-"

"If you even think of calling me ma'am again, Fletcher, I'll remove your tongue so fast that the wound will be cauterized immediately by the mere [i]friction[/i] of my blade!"  Her voice gradually rose to a shout, light spittle flying into their faces.  Both boys were several inches taller than her, but it didn't keep her from striking fear directly into their hearts from down here.  "And did you show them?  Did you follow them?  You know how FNGs are, they get lost at the drop of a fuckin' hat!  And where were you, huh?  Playing dice in the barracks?  Cards at the mess?!"

Reacher looked away and to the ground, "Dice..."  He muttered, accidentally answering a rhetorical question.

Ava blinked, stepping back and crossing her arms with a scoff.  "Oh...  Okay, well, good.  I'm glad that we all trust the two of you to not get any of us killed out in the field!  Fuckin' hell..."  The woman muttered, stepping off while continuing under her breath, "The incompetence of privates..."

A few minutes later, as she was still bustling around - doing the work of a Master Sergeant and still retaining her duties as a simple Sergeant as well.  When her captain's voice came from behind, the woman swiftly about-faced and saluted, "Yes, ma'am, I was.  They should already have their uniforms, if they don't... I'll be sure they do," She stated with a calm demeanor, keeping her chin high as she remembered Reacher and Fletcher's mistake.  "I'll make sure personally that they're ready before you are."  As she was dismissed, Ava started off toward the temporary barracks, letting out another ear-splitting whistle to gather people up, "I need all the new recruits, front and center.  If any aren't here, I need them gathered up, uniformed, and on the grinder [i]now!![/i]"  The tent exploded into a bustle of people trying to gather up the new folks and direct them to the right place.  Ava's eyes locked on the trio from the mountains - those were hers.  She didn't trust that blonde one, and if she could glean anything from the other two they would follow her to the end of the earth if she could promise they were going home.