Anette, well... this wasn't the first time she had seen a battle. So even as they were driven there, and there was a Neuroi attack, well... even if it had only been a single previous dogfight, it wasn't a shock to the Gallian Witch. At most... the burning determination inside her grew. There were pangs of sorrow at seeing vehicles destroyed and crashed... but she had told herself long ago that things like that wouldn't defeat her. No. Anette would stay positive, and she would stay determined. The recent liberation of Gallia, that had pushed her spirits higher. And now... well... now, regardless of how dangerous this front of the war was, regardless of what could happen, there were no doubts in her mind that they would win this! ... And cheer on her fellow Witches. And cheer up her fellow witches, if they needed it. As things calmed around them, Anette could focus on calmer things. She had every intention, even here, of making sure that things were nice and positive. Shortly before arriving at the base, she had cast a warm smile and wave around to her fellow Witches. There was no point in sitting there and being grim, now was there?

As they filtered out of the vehicle to take their seats in the tent, Anette stretched. It, well... it was good to be out of the cramped vehicle, really. Even if they were going to be sitting back down a few moments later. Anette's smile faded as her determination swelled, showing in her expression, when the Karlslandian witch in charge began her speech. And she was absolutely right. Things were tough out here, but that didn't change that they would win! No matter how hard things got, no matter how bad they were, it didn't matter, because they would always, always win. There was one thing that caught in her mind, though...

Only bathing once a week?!

That... that was terrible! Everything would feel all... all unclean, and... and... well... regardless of how unpleasant that news was, it didn't change that they would win! Even a lack of baths wouldn't give the Neuroi any advantage! And it looked like she would have some interesting people to share a tent with... A Fuso Witch and a Liberion?

... Well there wasn't time to focus on that. It was time to get to the hanger and get ready for combat. Anette sprinted to the hanger and began to give her Striker Unit a rapid check. It was stable, it was undamaged, nothing had gone wrong with it at all... patting the side of her Striker, Anette climbed up onto the Striker bay and thrust her legs down as she hopped into her unit. She swiftly snatched her machine gun off its rack and raised it gently, The Striker Unit felt warm through her leggings as it began to power on, her magical power making her cat ears and tail swiftly pop into existence. And then... she stretched again.

"Ahhh..." Even with their hectic arrival, well... perhaps because of it, this felt almost relaxing by comparison. "It's good to be out of that truck. Today's our first step to winning the war on this front, too."

It didn't really occur to her that some of the others may think her cheerful, conversational attitude at this time might seem juuuust a bit strange.

"We'll beat the Neuroi, even with one bath a week!"