Lucy gave Finnian a side eye before obviously ignoring him and going back to her half-finished meal. They hadn't been sitting for more than ten minutes, and she wasn't barely ready to leave the D-FAC yet. She preferred not to inhale her meals, but damn Finnian for his incessant conversing. Had she known she was going to be summoned for a briefing in the middle of her meal, she would've ate faster and asked Finnian to 'feck off' in so many words. As though to keep the pressure on, Artemis showed up on the table with a spiel for her to hurry up. Lucy stared at her with her fork halfway up from her plate and gave her a look at could kill. She wasn't having it.

"Gimme five minutes." She told the AI.

In that time, she stuffed her mouth full of all the food on her plate including the biscuits and washing it down with her cola. It took her three minutes, at which point she saw a pair of MPs approaching her table. She didn't mind. She'd kick their asses too like she did the Lieutenant's and many others. There was a good reason she was an instructor for combatives. The MPs both flanked her from behind just as she finished making her peanut butter sandwich.

"Let's go, Lance Corporal." One of them said.
"Yeah yeah, I hear ya." Lucy replied.

She stood up with her plate and cup and let the MPs escort her off to the exit, while she munched on her sandwich. She tossed her plate into the window where the kitchen staff were and walked out.

"Food isn't allowed outside of the Dining Facility, Lance Corporal." The MP spoke up.

Lucy turned to look at him as she bit into the sandwich once again. The MP brought out his baton and extended it, to which Lucy took off running. It wasn't a fair deal for the MPs, honestly. She was faster from all her training and personal workout time. As she took off, she skirted past a Major with the two MPs hot on her heels. She took sudden turns and doubled back until, through persistence, she shook them off her tail.

She finished her sandwich and quickly found the briefing room. As she slipped in with a shit-eating grin on her face, she heard footsteps loudly approaching the door. She took her seat and put her arms behind her head, leaning back in her chair as the two MPs burst into the doorway and saw that unmistakable head of blazing crimson hair taking up one of the chairs. Lucy looked to them and waved.

"Thank you, boys." She said in a sing-song voice.

The MPs looked like they were about to blow a gasket, but the presence of the Commander kept them cool-headed for now. They waited to see if he would dismiss them or have them go in for the detainment.