Mary smiled when she saw Specter fall on his face, she couldn't resist physical humor. She rubbed the slight cut from fumbling the knife earlier, smearing a trace speck of blood across her hands. She sighed, knowing that the cut would linger for quite awhile, a nuisance she could do nothing about. Well, there was plenty that she could do. Whether or not it was worth her time was debatable. 

It took just about all of her self control to keep herself from laughing out loud at the man who was yelling. He seemed to have came straight from every cliche war movie she could think of. Nevertheless, she listened intently, not wanting to be some odd sore thumb, some directionless toddler among the hustle and bustle that would surely ensue as the wannabe heroes all went to their barracks. When she heard her name, she paid special attention to those she would be with.

[i]'Alexandria Whyte? Welcome to my little world...'[/i]

She thought to herself, looking through the crowd, wondering who the lucky lady was. Shrugging, she pulled out a bottle of booze, taking a large gulp. She shot a look back at Stefan, a bit disappointed in his goody-two-shoes behavior, be it an act to gain favor, or simply his thought process. She had made a note of the males in Barracks 17, as they would be close, and she would want to get to know them if she was going to have any fun. Of course, her fun involved hallucinogens, and far too much blood. Without allowing her mind to go too far down that train of thought, she turned abruptly, to search for the barracks.