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[colour=steelblue][b]"Seventeen what?"[/b][/colour] [colour=lightsteelblue]A low, level female voice asked from the entryway.

   If the corporal was tidy and formal, then given her introductory question and appearance, the woman to whom the voice belonged was as opposite as could be. Her uniform was wrinkled and worn, and dirt and grime covered both it and the rest of her in dark smears, something which she appeared to be quite accustomed to if the impassive way in which she was wiping her hands on the scrap of grease cloth that she was holding was anything to go by. An unfocused glance might have even briefly perceived two layers of grime, but closer inspection would have revealed her skin and hair to be splotched with contrasting spots of pigment.

   Colouration and presentation aside, she otherwise appeared to be a normal young, negro woman of very average size and build, although something about her looked particularly sturdy. Her eyes were uncommonly bright, but brown in colour, and her hair was pulled back into a careless -yet still within regulation- ponytail. 

   Still, despite everything about her outward characteristics and manner, she gave off such an air of strength and confidence that in her own way she seemed very professional indeed. As though no matter what task was given her, she would get the job done on sheer force of will alone. A conflict of perception perhaps, but no less the truth- although it was possibly contributed to by the additional aloofness with which she seemed to look at everything.

   As she was now so looking at the sergeant before whom she was standing. 

   One dark brow arched slightly, the only indication of her curiosity as her honey brown eyes scanned the sandy blond man coolly from behind rectangular lenses. Not enough of a reaction registered in her face to indicate her thoughts on what she saw, if any at all. Neither did she say anything else or give any introduction, simply waiting in steady calm for a reply to her question.
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