When Amy arrived back at her room, she noticed the water bottle and note under the lamp. Setting her toiletries down on the table, she picked up the note to read it. So it seemed as if Stryker wanted to have them practice their shooting. Fair enough, it never hurt to be too prepared, especially with how often they went into battle, or at least, they used to.

Amy looked around the room for a while, deciding that it was best to just go out there and be in the company of others. She wouldn't achieve anything in bed, and given that they'd just woken up not too long ago, it'd be especially hard for her to fall asleep again.

Anticipating she'd be doing some work, Amy put on a black pair of leggings, a white t-shirt, and a gray sweatshirt. She pulled her short hair back into a ponytail, although inevitably some strands would just not cooperate and just fell behind her ears, and she headed out to go to the med bay and get some medication, the water bottle Grayson had left for her in her hand.

Once she took her medication, Amy headed across the hall to the armory, seeing some of the other team members but not engaging them as to not have to answer any questions.