Instead, she headed straight for her office. Well, Olivia’s former office. She approached alone, though she wanted her mom there for moral support. It felt like Olivia’s service and command deserved a kind of respect. She brought a cart and a plastic crate to store away the major’s personal effects, though it currently had a few of her own. Mostly printed copies of notes she’d taken, or progress on the translation of Eglathrin.