It wasen't long before Hall found himself in the showers, the rest of the prisoners were being fed into the room from the cell with the help of the guards. His eyes began to drift onto the other female prisoners, but stopped on Octavia's scarred body - this was for a moment before he got a few strikes into the back from the guards behind him. He quickly stripped himself of any clothing and soon his body was drowning in cold water as the dirt and grime on him are blasted off. Once he was finished washing he walked out into the hall, soaking wet alongside the other conscripts. The sound of bomb collar imploding ringed in Hall's ears, he coulden't help but say [i]"Purity!"[/i]

Hall began to march down the line as the guards led the group of prisoners to their fate - the penal legion. It didn't take long for the line to rotate to Hall, with the guards prodding and forcing troopers to get their gear rather quickly. The quartermasters, while old and efficent seemed to process the soldiers at lightning speed. When Hall got up to speak his crime to the quarter master, he was already walking down the hall in uniform and kit. He blinked a bit trying to process the matter as he soon found himself in the hangar beside the various conscripts, everyone around him atempts to get in some kind of formation.

Unfortunately for Hall, his stomach erupts in anger from the gruel he shoved down earlier comes back up infront of him and onto his chin and clothing. He clutched his stomach, letting his gear free fall as he keeled over and threw up some more. Hall's moment to himself was disrupted by Shiah as she began to hiss words at him like a garden snake, he turned his head over to her so his face looked to hers. [i]"My dear! Your job is not to worry about me, it is I who shall worry for you!"[/i] He hisses back to her, before wiping his mouth on his jumpsuit - picking up his gear in the process.