<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>Kari couldn’t say what it was that had first attracted her to Desmond; the ‘tough but sensitive’ part of him was one of the strongest however, which was what had made her the most comfortable with him. That was a big part of what had allowed her to simply be herself, rather then playing the role. And now that she was a commander, she would have to immerse herself into that role, submerging the real her as much as she could.<br/><br/>But for now, she could forget that. And that made her smile.<br/><br/>“Those troops were great, thanks,” She began, her hand quietly on his under the bar. “Right now, while we need bodies we’re not at the desperate level of taking whoever we can find. If they were good enough for you to at least consider them then that’s a definite leg up. Obviously the real test will come when they’re in the field, but at the very least it’s a start.”<br/><br/>She shrugged a moment. “And your help is a lot better then we’ve gotten from some other units. Colleen Raymond messaged me to offer her condolences and suggesting that merging my unit into hers might be a way to help save the situation. And while I didn’t tell her where to stick her offer, I wanted to.” She shook her head, her firey hair waving around it as she did. “At least she didn’t try to hook me up with her useless son as an incentive”<br/><br/>“Thanks,” Kari continued. “For that. For everything else. And for being here.” She was playing being confident, and it was almost passable to somebody who didn’t know her. “After all that’s happened, there’s only a handful of people who I can be honest with. And besides, you know stuff about me that nobody else does.”<br/><br/>She raised a glass. “To Carlos. Dad.”<br/><br/>