(OOC: A small transition before the collab)
Sigma bit her lip, as she barely contained her shivering upon the realization that none, save Iota, had been spared. She hoped for the sake of sanity Iota had been the one piloting the mecha she had neutralized. She would loathe to have more blood of her kin in her hands. Squad promotions weren't unsurprising. Lorenzo had decided to play safe. Still, Sigma hoped that Harold would be professional and not take in account the feint kick to his face.

On the plus side, Lora seemed a bit more agreeable, even if it was the junior officer. Sigma stood in front of them both, and then clacked her boots and did a salute.

"Sir, ma'am, congratulations on your promotion." She droned, without the barest hint of emotions in her voice, only a certain inertia of duty, before turning her back on them and beginning to head outside, a knot forming in her gut. She wasn't the only one. Elora, the emotionally-frail girl also had taken yet another hard hit, and Sigma decided to give her another nudge to make it bearable.

"Keep it together." She said. "You can have my parfait." She added.

It wasn't like she was very hungry upon knowing what had transcended. 

[i]I guess I could... cook? This is so awkward.[/i] She thought to herself while she headed out.