Ribsy crinkled her nose and laughed. “Helluva way to induct the newbs,” she admitted. “But I'm guessing it's just more of the same from here on out.” It wasn't so much a statement as a check on her reality which, considering how exhausted the lieutenant looked, wasn't far from the truth. 

She took a step back, gave Shankari a shrug, then settled against her bunk, one arm over the top as she dragged out a pack of cards and threw them atop her pillow. “Anyway, just so long as I can get some kinda chance at changing this damn invasion.” 

Shankari rolled her eyes and, free of the salute as well as taking some hint through the interplay between the other two women, grabbed her shower things and hooked her towel from the side of the bunk. “That's all it is to you, a chance. You'll get nowhere you keep actin' like it is only a chance.” 

The taller woman grinned. “At least I won't be a whiny bitch when I don't get first crack. I'll get my piece of flesh. Just gotta wait it out.” She glanced at Olivia. “Everyone's working on a new fighting technique. Seems less fightin' and more a dance class. You wanna get us up to speed on that? It's not that I don't like it, just been wondering on the why's and wherefore's.” 

Despite the topic, Shankari left the room, heading to the bathrooms, no doubt, which Ribsy should have been directing herself toward as well after the long day, but Ribsy was not going to leave behind a chance to get to know their roomie. Even less so with Olivia being almost nice about it.