Ingrid had no such need or desire to appear put together.  She had stepped out of the APC with her head aflare, hair splayed all over and only given a cursory pat to keep it slightly more manageable.  Whereas Reya had something on her mind to keep her up through the night and the next few as well, Ingrid's questions could only be answered by her partner - and she wasn't going to ask them in the company of all of these armored soldiers.  The normally stern Mechwarrior had slept the entire way back.

It was quite a sight to see someone sleep through a cross-country road trip, going over hills and gravel roads on the worn, wartime-rough suspension of the APC, but Ingrid did so no matter the obstacles that got in her way.  She laid back, put her hat over her face, and then was gone within 20 minutes.  A life of posh beds didn't seem to hinder her much here.  Once brought to their new base of operations, the effects of the Timbaqui Dark had disappeared in the span of her extended nap - maybe that was her reason for doing so?

Once outside of the vehicle, she was the last to get out - the rest of the soldiers and Reya would see her take a bit of time to wake up, for she was indeed a heavy sleeper.  Less than a minute later, though, she was returned to her usual scowl and rigid bearing, as if nothing happened.  The scowl was a bit worse than usual, even: she had imagined this place as more of an organized 'parts requisition center' than an actual junkyard.  There was a great hesitation in her head to accept this...

...but she would have to deal with it.  The place at least had the potential to be warmer than the cave, as long as the owners here weren't brutes who shirked off space heaters as 'high-falutin' city boy nonsense' or whatever the peasantry would say.

Before Raven's return - she didn't concern herself too much with the possibility of the rest of the crew never coming back, as some part of her silently accepted it as an eventuality - she looked over to Reya for a moment.  She sized her up, and she sternly said [color=SteelBlue]"If you wish to discuss certain matters, I can provide an ear to listen.  Later."[/color]  A very magnanimous gesture.  

The first of the convoy returned and Ingrid saluted them, contrasting her stance with her "fashionable" outfit, and stood at attention as Raven and others dismounted.  [color=SteelBlue]"Were losses kept to a minimum?"[/color] she asked of him.  She looked askew at a wrecked car and caught sight of herself in a mirror.  Her hair was quickly beaten into submission.