He tilted his head to the side as she started describing her new idea of a uniform. "Go to your quad, and change please. You will not be told or asked again. For that matter you will not be written up for it today. Dahlia you're a good guard. I am glad to have you here. But you're also new and not used to working for me. I expect you to follow the same rules as everyone else." He said with a smile that could kill. His eyes moved to her arm looking at the bandaged portion. "I assume at least three stitches?" He asked judging by the amount of gauze visible, as well as the thickness they appeared to have. He smiled at her and put his hand gently on her leg, the smooth skin immediately being felt and causing the recognition of what a woman felt like in his mind. "Go change."