When Jean adressed her she dutifully turned her attention back to him, now checking him out as he spoke.  The corporal was a Darcsen, she could tell that much from the hair, and a handsome one too, in a boy next door kind of way. He was shorter than she was, although wasn't uncommon, and lacking any obvious muscle. Victoria got the feel that if she wanted to she could lift him up and carry him off, something she was sure to keep in mind for later. She had been worried that he was going to be a stuffy cunt but was glad to see that wouldn't be the case, her lopsided grin widening in response to his polite smile. 

[color=BLUE]Sounds bonza to me, ranks are for fucking tossers."[/color] she agreed lazily, switching the knife to her left hand to clean under the nails of her right as she stretched out her legs into an empty seat and leaned back in her chair, tracking mud onto her makeshift footrest. She would likely remember his full name but there was not a chance in hell she would actually ever use it. She shrugged noncommittally at the offer of condolences, grunting a thanks for being allowed to stay for the time. She was clearly relaxed and somewhat bored, only to lose the carefree attitude at the mention of Marathon.

[color=BLUE] "Are you being funny right now, mate? THE Marathon? Here, with the rest of us worthless cunts?"[/color] She wanted to run off and find him, beg for an autograph or maybe even to share a bed but thought better of it. He sounded like he had gotten pretty beat up, better to let him sleep off his six puncture wounds.

Almost before the corporal could even properly finish responding to her query they were interrupted by a fit blonde girl with the name Vastergoth etched onto her uniform pocket, presumably a member of the unit she was trying to tie herself to to. [color=BLUE]G'day, digger girl! Glad to finally be able ta yabber wit some Fed cunts, been up to my fucking tits in Imperials recently. [/color] Victoria caught the look of terror in the riflewoman's eyes as she explained what happened to her previous unit. It was a fair reaction, she herself had been and still was fucking terrified of the seemingly unstoppable menace, not that she was ever going to let anyone know that. Anyone in their right mind would be scared of the armored car and likely struggling with the sudden loss of so many friends. 

Which made it all the more confusing when Diana told her how much watching young men and women die like lambs in a slaughterhouse "sucked." [color=BLUE] [i]Is this cunt fuckin soft in the head?[/i][/color] Private White wondered to herself with a sort of wonder. [i][color=BLUE] Or is this chick just emotionally stunted?[/color][/i] Of course she didn't say any of this out loud, choosing instead to try and get a scared reaction out of her. 

[color=BLUE]"Yeah I know it fucking sucks, I was there cobber. One of my buddies got smashed under the monster's wheels, the rest of the poor bastards were cut in half by a torrent of lead. Heaps of blood and guts, true blue killing machine it was and not a damn thing we could do stop the fucking cunt. Our bullets bounced off it's hide 'n' did nothing. we might as well have been waving our dicks in its direction 'n' pissing on the fucking thing! Everyone but me got fucking mulched to pulp. Hopefully that doesn't happen to us, right?"[/color]

Victoria idly cleaned under her nails with her bayonet as she spoke, sounding so unconcerned she may as well have been talking about the weather. She didn't need to overshare like she was but she was curious to see how Diana reacted. She was becoming more and more awed by the way the silly bimbo's obliviousness, had she really just moved on to complaining about her sisters? Of course Slasher could have brought up the fact that the girl had barged in on a conversation herself but she decided against it, deciding instead to let her eyes leer over the soldier hungrily. (No reason to not look over all the merchandise, after all.) The girl was definitely fit with an hourglass figure that Victoria found very appealing, and she didn't want to shoot herself in the foot with another possible hook-up. After all, she didn't exactly look for intelligence in her partners and the blonde wouldn't be able to say anymore daft shit with her mouth full.

She stopped idly daydreaming about banging her new squadmates when the drinking match in the background ended, joining in the cheers with a loud holler of congratulations only to let rip a snort of laughter as the drunken idiot fell off the bar like a complete lout. Victoria always liked to see people who couldn't hold their drinks, snickering as they stumbled and tripped. She didn't lose coordination when drinking, or at least not much of it. She just got really pissed off. Or incredibly horny. Or embroiled in a state of complete depression. Sometimes it ended up being being a combination of all three, those nights were really exciting!

Victoria gave the champion the once over as well and was less than thrilled. He was thoroughly average in looks with the exception of the bandages on his face as far as she could tell, and being so wasted you were unable to walk was a major turn-off. Although, she could see that he had noticed her and he was making his way over with two drinks in hand. If he was smart he could rise a few points on the attractiveness scale. [color=BLUE]Nice to meet you too, cobber. I earned this when an ugly cunt back home cracked a bottle over my skull. Stabbed her right through the throat, which is why they call me Slasher."[/color] She snatched up the mug with a feral smile, glad to see that Luke made the right choice. [color=BLUE]"I can't turn down a free bevie now, can i?"[/color] she asked rhetorically, raising the mug to join the toast. [color=BLUE]"Here's to grotty beds 'n' shitty liquid-gold!"[/color]

The mug was drained in an instant, Victoria cocking her head at the mention of Diana's mother. [color=BLUE]"Your mom's a tough cunt in a drinking match? I bet I could handle her, easy. S'matter of fact, I can take both of you two, right now!"[/color] she boasted, willing to put money on the line that she could drink more than current champion and the girl fixing her hair.