Gabriella was relieved by the man's response to all of the feeds she'd heard. He was coming to get her personally, that made her feel quite a bit safer, he was sending someone for the Lieutenant Colonel, and he'd told the Nazi off. It felt like a good end.<br/><br/>So, the woman, always a lady, thank you very much, went ahead and worked to make herself look good. She couldn't be picked up by a man, or more than one, looking like anything but an attractive, put together young woman. Luckily for her, shiny surfaces were in every desk, metal clipboards. She took the paper off of one and propped it on a box. Then, she hurried to arrange her hair, releasing it from it's binding, patting some down, running her fingers through it, curling the ends with her fingers. By the time she was done, she had her long black hair looking nearly perfect.<br/><br/>Next she scratched a fingernail over her lips to bring the blood to the surface, and pinched at her cheeks. She couldn't look like a vampire either. No make-up just wasn't an excuse! By the time she was done with all that, and had fixed her clothes, plenty of time had passed and she expected to see the Colonel coming for her any minute there.