Katrina rubbed her arm that got the shot. "I hate needles" she mumbled then looked around. She saw quite a few guys around the area and it seemed like no other women were chosen. "I swear if I get hit on once I'm going to snap their neck" she said to herself. She then looked around and saw a sign that said barracks. "Might as well claim a room" she said to herself. She headed towards the first one she saw and went inside and set her bag down. She unzipped it and took her gun out and smiled. "Hello old friend" she said then twisted an almost invisible button causing a little compartment to open. She took out the photo that was inside and smiled as she looked at it. On it was her father in his mid 20 and her mother of about the same age, and Katrina of about 6. She didn't remember this day but loved having this memento of her past. "I hope they have actual food on this flying can" she said to herself as she put the picture back and shut the compartment.