Octavia peeled an eye open and peered at Phrike as he got up from his bunk and made his way over to hers. He reminded Octavia of voidborn humans-- those born on a great star-faring vessel and not on solid ground. They were usually very pale and had something 'off' about them. Some were considered bad luck or ill-omens, not that Octavia ever had a problem with them. Plenty of her own platoon felt she was jinxed due to the amount of injuries and close calls she had sustained over the years. Personally, the Armageddonite felt indifferent towards such notions. When He decided it was her time, she would go. 

"I didn't get my name called." the Man declared. 

Octavia sat up in her bunk and gave a shrug. Whatever he was before, he's a legionnaire now. The woman couldn't help but smirk at the way the uniform looked on the lanky man. Something about the way it hung off of his thin body was oddly comedic. Before the man could respond, the madman from earlier, Nathan or Haythan or something close to that yelled something again and distracted the pale legionnaire. The crazy one began laughing a laugh that made Octavia's scars itch and her gaze to unfocus as she searched for something around the room to focus on. Finally the madman cut his laughing short and Octavia looked back to see why. He appeared to be puzzling around with his lascarbine. It pained Octavia to see a holy instrument of the Emperor's Will treated with such disrespect. The Mute hummed a tune of disappointment as another guardswoman walked over and attempted to show him how to use it. 

This woman was also whip-thin but she didn't exactly look malnourished like the other one. Save for maybe her face, which had the skin pulled taut over the bone, either from malnutrition or narcotics of some kind. She did stand out from the average prisoner for the most part. 

"Hey, lady, you were in the Guard, right? Am I right about how this thing works, or what?" The newcomer inquired, presumably towards Octavia.

The Veteran made an 'I guess it can't be helped' "Hmph" noise and swung her body out of the cot. The more people that reliably knew how to carry out the Emperor's Will the more likely they would be to complete It, and carrying out His Will started with learning to use a lascarbine. The one they were issued wasn't exactly the same as the Voss Pattern that Octavia had been so used to carrying and using in the Steel Legion but it was similar enough that there would be no issues relearning how to use it or teaching these former convicts. 

Octavia looked over the woman's posture and made some minor adjustments to how she held the weapon. Failure to hold the instrument properly under firing conditions could and would result in serious burns to your hand. Moving on, she pointed out the charge pack release button and what it did. Pressing it, and causing the current charge pack to fall into her hand and then slapping it back into place. After that she pointed out the safety and how flipping it to a certain position prevented firing. Finally she grabbed her own lascarbine and drew their attention to the sights. Gesturing to her dominant right eye (the one coloured an unnatural amber hue) she indicated that one should use the grove provided to line up the barrel and receiver of the weapon to the eye for a more accurate shot. Hoping that she did an adequate job of showing the bare functions of the weapon non-verbally she set her lascarbine down and smirked to herself almost imperceptibly in the gloom of the barracks.