Alone again. She knew what was going to happen if she stayed, but it was her duty. It was nice of him to get her a new uniform, although she hoped it wasn't a joke, and that he was bringing back a Rocket uniform, and not a maid one. She slowly took off the rest of her uniform, wincing a little at some of the fresher bruises. She had a few on her back from hitting the tree, light, not too bad, and the one under her ribs. That one hurt still, each time she inhaled it stung a little.
She wondered what would happen. The Commander didn't seem to be as much respected as feared, although sometimes that was all you needed. If he became unfit, he would be replaced, probably violently. Still, if he was already Commander, he had to have some sort of allies. Maybe that was why the Lieutenant was prying about the Blue Team...