<div class="floatright">(http://rs5.pbsrc.com/albums/y156/jillvader/Mobile%20Uploads/mw-receivingendpc_zpse7fd107f.jpg~320x480)</div>Cass clambered out of the simulation pod, sweaty and tired but at the same time surprisingly happy for what should have been a loss.<em>They put us through crap and I got out alive,</em>she assessed as she joined the others.<em>And I killed a whole bunch of hovers for losing just an arm and a gun. That’s gotta count for something.</em>Taking a water bottle from the rack, she took a huge swig, grinning like an idiot as she did.<em>All I need to do is survive the inevitable bollocking.</em><br/><br/>She saw the newcomer join them, quickly looking over the man.<em>Scruffy but hunky, so that has to count for something. Of course, looks ain’t everything. Mum wouldn’t approve of me chasing a guy just for that.</em>Putting him aside, she looked to Ranna, giving the firey-haired officer a small nod. “So how did we do in there?” Cass asked, sounding hopefull. It’d be hard for anyone to have come out of that without getting their arses handed to them, but she was at least hoping for a bonus for effort.<br/>