Amy moved with the others of her group, finding some small comfort in the group who at least had come in with her. Pushing her wet hair back with her hands, she pulled the folder from her shoulder tote and looked at the others, "It's too much like a bad war movie from the 50's, don't you think?" She pulled the T-shirt away from her chest in an attempt to relieve the outline of her nipples and wished that she had worn something else. The options had been limited though and white was generally better for heat than darker colors and she had figured that, as an old American war movie had put it... there's a special department that just flies round looking for the worst places possible and then put a camp there.' She figured that it would either be hot or cold as hades.<br/><br/>She let a breath out and smiled at the telepath, "Don't worry too much, I think they do all of this to scare us into listening to them... if we stick it out the first day, they may figure that we're not going to faint at the sound of a loud voice."