Everyone had the distinct sensation that Sorin never wanted to be on this vacation in the first place. For one, she had her rifle tucked underneath her legs. She wasn't in uniform but she had packed it, and her fashion sense was eerily reminiscent of formal regalia. She had her typical gear packed up as they would for a training mission, with some added "luxuries" which ultimately came to her phone, her charger and her knitting gear in a tote bag tied to her pack. And unlike the rest of them, she wasn't jeering nor drinking and seemed wholly unaffected by the carefree attitude that had taken over the Barghest Squad.

Not like any of this particularly mattered. There was seldom a moment in all the years they'd known Sorin where she had ever fully "switched off", not even during parties or celebrations. At this particular moment she was quietly watching the horizon slip by from the truck bed, eyes flickering this way and that as she kept watch over the vehicle and its residents. She didn't complain or groan when they hit awful potholes but instead kept her gear steady. For a while she looked down at her knees; it was also common knowledge that her 'indefatigable vigilance' ended up with horrible side effects to her sleeping pattern and she was probably running on a few hours despite being well into the day as is. She only started talking when the radio changed, and even then it was a simple, reproachful [color=8493ca]"I was listening to that."[/color]