Throughout the entire debacle with the Frateris militia man, the Commissar, the Captain and that nice Cadian woman; newly promoted Sergeant Ninke Ingran was busy throwing up the contents of her stomach. The surprisingly red tinged and vibrant colors of her vomit were not due to blood, but rather the squig she had ingested not too long ago mixed with the amasec. She vaugely noted the snap of a las pistol, yelling, much quieter yelling, and then being told she needed to go somewhere... wonderful she thought as she sat still doubled over and heaving.

That was when she heard a voice she hadn't before, it was a soft but... raspy and grating voice at the same time. She managed to turn her head a bit to look at the voice's owner. A rather thin person she couldn't at first tell what gender they were, but decided the voice matched to a woman better than a man. She tried to respond, "[color=palevioletred]Hi - I a-"[/color]", was about as far as she got before retching again. Her eyes were moist, tears from all the vomitting about to start falling out of burning reflex more than any sadness. She was glad when the trooper gently started rubbing her back, which made things infinitely better... well that and being talked to rather than at. She appreciated the woman for her help, especially getting up.

She gladly let them help her up, draping an arm over her shoulders and the waist of her pants held to help support her further. Her hair was an interesting strawberry color Ninke noted, her own dirty blonde hair was currently a bit unkempt but in a... similarish style to what this woman wore her hair in. Perhaps their planets had similar customs? When she remarked that Ninke had dranken too much she groaned in agreement, deciding that being banned from alcohol wouldn't be all that bad. She then finally introduced herself... Persephone... that was a pretty name. Now that she was standing Ninke finally managed to speak without retching anymore... or she simply had nothing left in her stomach. "[color=palevioletred]I aym... Ninke, peeple call me Ninke.[/color]", she responded in her thick accent before hearing  the captain call what was almost her name along with the rank of Sergeant.

She had been promoted... right almost forgot about that. Persphone immediately changed the way she spoke to Ninke, which made her giggle a bit groggily. "[color=palevioletred]No eet's fine haha. I vas promoted aboot... a minute ago? Less? I don't know, but just before I threw up.[/color]", she smiled at Persephone. She nodded at being offered to be accompanied to the tent, she wasn't sure she could walk reliably on her own right now. As they walked she decided to strike up some conversation... she needed to get to know someone here after all and had so far failed miserably at that. "[color=palevioletred]Ehm s-so Persephone vhere are jou from? Vhat regiment? Your name ees also quite ehm... pretty.[/color]", Ninke stammered out awkwardly.