Paige sighed. She hated paperwork too. But it was part of the job. She had sat quiet through the interruptions and waited while the LT assigned her the new comm-tech. The shock on his face when he learned that O'Graugh had been transferred to the navy for independently stumbling on some top secret research actually cause the First Sergeant to crack a grin. "I always said he was a bright one". She chuckled.<br/><br/>Then the door opened and DeSalle presented himself. She looked him up and down and sighed. More cannon fodder. She she waited until the door was closed again and reached for a stack of files and the bottle. "By the way, LT, I'm glad you made it" She said softly as she poured her glass full. She was just about to take a sip when the door opened again, this time with a crash, as though kicked in. "What the fuck is this, Pica-fuckin'-Dilly Circus?" She was on her feet, side-arm levelled at the rather sheepish looking NCO, who was loaded down with supplies of some sort.<br/><br/>And then there was that word again.... "Corporal, I have no idea what branch of the service you come from but in the Infantry, you address a sergeant as Sergeant, not as Sir or Ma'am. I work for a living. And so will you. Just what the FUCK have you got there? Drop it! Atten-HUT! Now, Drop and give me twenty!"<br/><br/>She still had it, that parade-ground manner. The gun went back into it's holster, humming slightly as the safety bled the charge back into the battery. She grinned at Warren. "Bastard shouldn't have startled me like that, let alone called me 'Ma'am'".