Serah couldn't help sighing as she stumbled onto the ongoing argument. She'd seen this sort of friction before when she'd been working at FOBs; different regimental officers and the occasional Navy jock all vying for command and trying to undercut each other to get there.

She did clock a number of things from it though. One, that one member of the group was in obvious discomfort. Probably injured, but she couldn't see any blood. Two, the resident Enginseer seemed to have taken a dislike for the Stormtrooper sniper to the point of physically threatening him.

However, she also clocked the Inquisitor. With the practiced grace of a soldier who'd had drill hammered into her brain since the day she could walk, she slung her lasgun, snapped to attention, and saluted.

"Corporal Yeshada, Cadian Forty-Eighth. Reporting, sir."