Raisa calmed down after hearing the assurance of her superior. Grinning abashedly and letting herself catch her breath, she noticed another man next to her, who she hadn't seen before. "Good morning miss." he said. Noticing his friendly, comfortable smile, she blushed (as much as a fox can do so..) and hastily stood upright. 

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't greet you!" She immediately suspected the worst and threw an apology at him as she made a straight salute. "I'll accept whatever complaint you might have of my behavior, SIR!" Raisa continued to remain in her salute, her eyes closed, until, warily opening her eyes, she looked at the man. It was only now that she remarked that he hadn't been smiling at her expense, but as a friendly gesture. Turning even redder, now comparable to the color of the interior of a watermelon, she snapped out of the salute and uttered a quiet greeting and question. "...good morning... who might you be..?"

As she awaited her response, she fidgeted slightly, tugging on a part of her uniform. [i] There goes first impressions. For good. Murdered. Burned. Not coming back.[/i] She silently chastised herself in her head for her previous actions as she made a bothered expression.