Rashida flicked some water off her hands, almost firing a bullet of it to her left. She put her normal hand on her forehead. She looked at the camp, then the lake, then the statues, and finally went over to the note and took a look. She released a long, drawn out groan which turned into the heavily French-Arabic accented words,<span style="color: navy">"AaaaaaaaaaaaI am going to punch a hole in Bloody Mary if she insults me after this! What is point of this?"</span><br/><br/>Rashida had been rather uncomfortable with her training. She'd been placed behind walls with reinforced glory holes for her to insert her hands into. There is where they had tested her durability but it had gotten her a lot of odd looks since it gave the appearance of approaching a blowbang. But that wasn't the worst of it. She was not allowed to dress as she wanted during her training. Uniforms were not Rashida strong "suit". She was hardly satisfied with a single bland shirt able to withstand her power. And Bloody Mary hadn't made this any easier, shouting at her for her weak, useless desires to dress up WHILE forcing her into physical activity. Rashida didn't exactly enjoy the violence and most of the people she had to deal with in training were so crass and rude. Bloody Mary being the worst of all.<br/><br/>She flapped her arms around for a moment while imitating the sargeant.<span style="color: navy"> "Oh! You maggots... Turn to flies! What is she even saying? She doesn't know anything!"</span><br/><br/>With a heave of her shoulders and a pouting look, Rashida ended her little tantrum by punching the ground with her left arm, embedding her fist several inches down and causing a deep rumble. This seemed to remind her of something important. She turned to the closest person, asked,<span style="color: navy"> "Babe, help me look for door in the ground okay?" </span>and pulled her hand out of the ground to casually walk around the camp, looking downward.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>