[h2]Lilly[/h2]

Lilly winced in sympathy when she heard about the man being hit directly by a lance. She felt the impact in the ground from the tank shell, and knew that something similar in power to that must hurt a lot to be hit by (even if the round was non-lethal). [b]"Was the man unharmed? A lance would shoot a very large projectile, if I'm not mistaken?"[/b] Upon ascertaining this, she nodded her head. [b]"That is good... It would not do to have someone critically injured in a mere training battle."[/b]

When Celeste offered to help her straighten her hair, Lilly was taken aback. Someone superior to her offering to help her with her hair? Back at home, this never would have happened. The maids and the servants tended to their masters, and in return, their masters provided them with pay. No one would have ever thought of an aristocrat volunteering to help a common maid. It would be improper on both their parts! [b]"B-but you are my superior..."[/b] Lilly shook off the awkwardness of the faux pas quickly, remembering that not everyone had been brought up in the same lifestyle as her. Switching back to her usual calm voice, she politely declined. [b]"I am sorry, Corporal Stichler, but I must decline. It would be improper to have one such as yourself assisting me with my personal appearance. I thank you for your offer, though."[/b] 

Lilly stood at attention and remained, though she didn't really know of what else to talk of. She was curious about Celeste's background, but did not want to drag her into a long conversation, and Corporal Stichler looked like she had been heading somewhere important (probably to clean herself). She didn't want to run off if the Corporal had something else she wanted to say, though, so she decided to remain for a few moments longer.

[h2]Evan[/h2]

Kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch, Evan shrugged as Alonso told his tale. [b]"That's rough kid, and yeah I get where you're coming from about the unfairness..."[/b] Evan punched his fist against his other palm before smiling, leaning back, and putting his arms behind his head. [b]"But! We're soldiers. We'll have to face even more lopsided odds out there in the real war, so we might as well get used to it. Just got to buckle down! Get mad! Get angry! Show those sons of bitches who they're fuckin' with, and that we can kick their asses even with OUT a proper tank!"[/b] Evan rocked back and fourth, tilting the entire sofa as he did, before closing one eye and continuing. [b]"Though... Well, we didn't do so well this time,... but next time! Next time we'll get them! And if we don't, then we keep practicing until we DO get them! And then we keep right on going! Fighting bigger and better squads, until we've proven ourselves to be the best damn unit in the whole militia! Those imps wont know what hit them once we're through with this!"[/b]

Evan kept grinning right up until Bons mentioned going head to head against the tank. At that point, he became flustered, waving his hands in front of him as if to deflect the blame of what happened to the APC. [b]"HeyHeyHey, That one wasn't me. Fuckin' imp piece of shit doesn't have any of the gears in the right place. That stall was not my fault. ... but I almost got that tank... almost...[/b] His grin reappeared when he said the last bit, and he leaned forward, pulling his feet from the table to the floor as he did. [b]"Someone else finished the job though, didn't they? I thought... uhh..." [/b] Evan snapped his fingers, trying to remember the girl's name. [b]"Engineering girl. That combat engineer. I thought I saw her doing something to the rear of the tank just before we got shot. I think she might have been the one to take it out. If so, bravo to her."[/b] Evan looked around, for a moment, an odd expression on his face. [b]"Wonder where she is. I didn't see her come in by the front... Must 'ave snuck by me."[/b]