If she caught your jibe, she didn’t show it. “Well, you did a good enough job with the barracks. That means you’re okay in my book... or at least, you were. The Captain’s told me some good things about you, so I think I’ll run this by him first.” She placed the helmet back on her head, before patting down some of the armor plates to dislodge any stuck parts. “Well, let’s get to the barracks then. I want to see what you’ve done to spruce up the place.”