<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Karra bit her lip in contemplation. She could go outside and speak to Sam now, like Sarge suggested--but she had a strange feeling it wouldn't go as smoothly as he might have expected. She certainly didn't want to speak to him in front of anyone else either. Maybe she could just warn the Major of Sam's earlier behavior and then speak to Sam about it later when it was more appropriate. He was outside for a reason, and that was to work.<br/><br/>She gave a huff, calling Lilly over, effectively ending the conversation. When the girl was finally in front of her, she began to help her into the clothes. After a few snips here and there, the clothes fit perfectly and all that was left to do was duct tape the openings of the sleeves and pants so nothing could sneak into the girl's clothes. Once she was done with that, Lilly gave a giggle at her clothing. It seemed nothing bothered the girl and Karra sent her back to her seat. At least the little girl was mostly a good listener. Karra rarely recalled a time when the girl did not behave appropriately, and for that she was thankful.<br/><br/>She leaned back in her seat, Sarge still sitting across from her. He seemed to be looking at her expectantly and she only frowned in response. She knew she needed to get up and speak to Tom or Sam, but at that moment she just wanted to relax. A few more moments passed by and finally she stood, ignoring the aches in her bones. She made her way over to Tom, who wasn't very far from her and Sarge. She was surprised he hadn't overheard their conversation, but he generally tuned everyone out when he was thinking about things.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Hey, Tom---" </span>Karra started, she then paused clearing her throat nervously. She wasn't sure where to start or how. Did she just jump right into it, or did she bring him into a conversation and subtly insert the situation? She wasn't sure and she felt rather stupid.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I, um..."</span>she tried again only to fail miserable. She frowned some, her medicine making her frustrated and her thoughts a little cloudy.<span style="color: #BF0000">"I just wanted to let you know...that...uhm..." </span>she sat down across from Tom, leaning forward and letting her face rest in her hands for a moment, rubbing her eyes as if to spur on her thoughts.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Sam...that you...me...but...I don't..."</span>Karra's words came out muffled and rather quickly, as she remained hiding behind her hands in embarrassment.