"Oh sh-" Angelika cut herself off mid sentence and snapped a salute at the company commander. "Pyrotechnics Officer Angelika Carscallen, of the Cadian 132nd [b]reporting MA'AM[/b] She snapped to attention, years of dealing with snooty, puffed-up commissars and commanders running through her head. [i]Salute always, never make full eye contact, always defer to in theory; in practise you can normally avoid the more ridiculous orders, [b]gently[/b] remind her that I carry melta weaponry if she rides in a chimera...[/i]

She deliberately flexed her muscles as she stood to attention, before mouthing to the militiaman 'you're just a bulky pen-pusher.' She was safe here. The militiaman didn't have to refer to the CC, but if he wanted to actually be able to come out of that armour without taking a las round to the head, then he wouldn't piss her or the commissar that would be assigned to them off. She took a deep breath before continuing.

'Ma'am, by your phrasing, I assume that means you're taking over the Cadian 132nd, as well as other groups? If so, I have two questions ma'am. Number one, will you require me to assemble my remaining guardsmen, and number two, will I be assigned with a new regimental banner, or is the honour being revoked ma'am?" She finished up with another deep breath, and crossed her fingers. If this went badly, she could expect being shouted at, if not, she would get a fresh banner. Of course, what with her slight alcohol slur, and the lho-stick still dangling from her lips, she was probably still going to be shouted at, but you can't win them all.