Cala could've kept going, and would've, if not for Kestrel's intervention.  The red head was surely very active normally, and he only had to push her a bit on the way.  Saluting to him in the proper form, she nodded and went on her way, but not before uttering to Cassandra, "Good luck, miha."<br/><br/>The Mexican girl was taken aback by the statement, though she was quickly distracted by him.  "U-uh..."  She started to mumble, at least until he placed his hands on her shoulders, his stare too much for her to handle and she looked down.  "Y-yes sir..." she uttered lowly and with a bit of fright.  Then, before she knew it, she felt his hand on her neck and her eyes widened.  He could see excitement in her mind, and a slight scent coming from her nethers beneath.  "Y-yes sir!" she cried out, hoping to be more subtle about how desperate she was.