Vera walked around the new truck, examining it from top to bottom. It seemed like the new ZiS-150's, but the driver had already gone, and with nobody to sate her curiosity her guess would have to do for now. She took a quick look at the other trucks then made her way back to the group, rather aimlessly. She didn't particularly want to talk to anyone there, and nobody seemed to want to talk to her, which was fine with her. Soon after a man rose his voice and gathered the attention of the group, he announced that they would be assigned rooms, which made Vera raise an eyebrow. She expected a barracks, not rooms. Didn't soldiers usually get a barracks? She kept listening. Vera ended up being in the last room, room 5, with two others. Aleyev Yanovich, a Russian judging by the name, and Naomi Robinson, not a Russian. She didn't know where the name was from, just knew that it was further west. An American? English? Both nations had their hands full right now, and Vera was curious as to how they arrived here in the east. 

She looked around, noticing that people had already started to move towards the barracks, and others were still waiting for room assignments. Vera decided to walk to her room, following a few people out. The base didn't seem to be populated by soldiers, instead, there were white coats and crisp uniformed officers. A stark contrast to some of the people she had just seen in the vehicle depot, with uniforms worn in and well used. She soon entered Block C, going down the hall to Room 5. She slowly opened the door and poked her head in, seeing two others already in. She glanced around, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise. She stepped in and closed the door behind her, walking around the room and examining the place. Vera looked into the bathroom and then back at the others. [color=8B84D8][b]"Not quite what I imagined when they told me I had to join the military."[/b][/color]
She walked over to the last empty bed and sat on it, touching the bowl of the soup before taking a sip of it.