Mary turned, hearing the man call after her. She dropped the bottle of beer to her side, allowing her arm to hang limp, the glass slowly swinging back and forth. She titled her head, amused by the meekness of the man. She considered toying with him, pulling out a knife or something, but she figured that that could wait. For now, she would keep up the thin veil of innocence and kindness. tensing up the arm in which the bottle hung, she smiled a terribly fake smile at the man.

"Well, [i]hun[/i], I wouldn't know about the luggage, I didn't happen to bring any. I'm afraid you're out of luck there." She said, dripping with fake pity. "It looks like the barracks are... this way," She said, pointing to where the most of the people were walking. "Or at least, that's what it looks like. So, where are you? I'm in the Quebec barracks." She said, as she turned to walk to the barracks. She took a brief look around, her squinting eyes still not used to the bright light.