[center][h3]Private Durandal[/h3][/center]
"Not like that. Just that... I don't remember anything since I was with the other Lancers." She hadn't passed out. Someone would have noticed and she'd be waking up in a cot right about now, instead. Just then, Hunt poked his head in, said something about a meeting and replacements for their guard duty and left. They must be guarding prisoners? Somehow, she had the impression she was standing watch.

"I've been feeling... anxious?... since I joined with your squad. Reading that journal helps and... doesn't help." She shook her head, conflicted. "I don't know why." She took a deep breath to steady herself, feeling a wave of emotion about to sweep her away. "Ah, but, mm. We have a meeting to attend."