[center][h3]Private Durandal[/h3][/center]
Though she had, aside from her cold silence, been acting the part, though her mind was elsewhere. Dissociation is a strange thing. The subconscious controls the body, as though hypnotized but under no suggestion, while the consciousness is elsewhere. She was standing peaceably at guard, a strange state of calm and yet alert, when the sound of approaching tanks shook her from the state. Her eyes popped open and she took a moment to gather her surroundings. She'd blacked out, but tanks would mean she didn't have time to worry about that. Sword at her side, here's her mortar lance, get to the window and- "oh. Allies."

Regan let out a sigh and turned, resting her back against the wall and propping her lance up next to her. "Valkyria, I need a hot bath..." Given a moment, she would rub her hands over her face before looking over at Jatmoore. "So, uh..." She seemed hesitant, as though she didn't really want to say it. She knew she had to, though. "I blacked out."