Mirja skipped soundly to the 11th division in time to hear shouting coming from the barracks, and threats of someone being torn to shreds. It wasn't exactly normal for this place, but she had come to accept it more than any other division. She couldn't hear exactly what was being shouted, so she got closer, still nibbling on her Rice-Cake. However, as she started to walk into the barracks, she nearly got knocked over by some guy fleeing for his life, probably from the shouty man. All this was curious, and so she was interested in what was going on. And, she needed a division soon, 2nd was cool but they where all so up-tight. So, casually, she entered into the barracks, making her presence known and looking around in a very looky sort of way. It wasn't hard to find the lieutenant she had seen earlier, with Neon Green hair. It was like a beacon of attraction. That and her shapely body, but that was a different type of attraction.

Mirja stood in the courtyard, very obviously not fitting in but wanting to talk to someone, and waited, wondering how long it would take before she was noticed.