The Cohort mast watched impatiently and silently as Alinsa stripped off her armor. Not all the girls had changed in time, but this one was taking far too long. Once she had finished he went down the line inspecting the girls. Most of them were wrong and he made them correct it with cruel words and shouting, but violence wasn't needed for a bunch of bewildered children over a simple uniform, yet. When he stopped in front of Makya he just gave her a glance up and down and said. "Acceptable." her uniform was a little loose but straight. "Tighten your belt and pull that shirt tight." He ordered her, but with no menace. Then he got to Alinsa. "I can tell you are going to be trouble." He growled, then he raised his voice. "Everyone, meet Trouble, trouble here is going to be your problem child, she is going to get you a lot of punishment and extra training, she's going to cost you food and sleep so you had better whip her into shape as fast as you can. Now all of you strip and bend over. Since trouble decided to take her time in changing you all get fifty lashes to your back sides, then I expect you to be changed back into your unionism before the next girl is done. Accept you trouble, he looked at her with what was probably hatred. "You get five lashes from everyone here, from me, from my cohort, and from every girl. Is that acceptable initiate Trouble?"