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Feris had watched the interaction going on - between the Captain, Commisar and the big burly Frateris. She had almost a half-mind to faceplant at the man' obvious lack of decour and respect. If any of their squad had attempted to do such a thing, they would have been executed faster than a Astropath' Message.

She soon enough dispersed with the other Guardsmen - when the call came to disperse and prepare for inspection. She had returned to her tent at that, which consisted of only one - and her equipment was given a quick check-up, which wasn't much everything considered. If Felinids were known for anything - beside their catlike appearance, weird eyes and having claws - it was that they were a practical people. They usually had to be, when the sun roasted their planet half the day.

As such, she soon finished with her equipment inspection - making it sure to be spiff and clean, that even a Commisar couldn't find a fault in it. After that, she decided to go search for her ork-ball - despite its likely dented shape, she had spent a good week on that and wasn't prepared to write off just yet. As such, she soon found her way back towards the Beastman' tent - or more likely their surrounding as she kept her eyes open and low - to find her ball.

Until some human stomped by and onto her hand - which caused her to let out a yelp, and pull herself up.

"Hey. Watch the hand, this thing is delicate and valueable," she spoke to the burly Frateris, that she now spotted infront of her. Nursing her left hand, underneath her right arm.