For once, it seemed that Ingrid had no decorum about her.

She had arrived first to the tent, not wearing her saber and cuirass, not even wearing most of her uniform.  Down to a tank top, her neck brace and a pair of pants that had clearly been shuffled on in undue haste.  Her face still bore the heavy fabric marks of the rucksack she had been using as a pillow, and nothing about her suggested that she had been doing anything besides sleeping in the prior minutes.

Despite all of this, she was alert, possibly more alert than ever before.  This is a very big statement considering how high strung she usually is, and should be taken with all importance placed upon it.  Her eyes snapped to the Colonel immediately as she leaned against the pole of the doorway, adjusting her pants back into place with the other hand.

[color=SteelBlue][i]"The[/i] one?  The Fort?"[/color]  She sounded just as much hopeful as surprised.  [color=SteelBlue]"What's changed?  How are we able to..."[/color]

Her enthusiasm dwindled and her usual formality kicked in, and she bowed deeply.  [color=SteelBlue]"Forgive me.  There will be a briefing for this." [/color]