By the time Sarah returned to the galley, the incident with Private Key was long past. However, the medic overheard a couple of soldiers talking about it and quickly got up to speed. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was helping the Empire just out of her selfish need to keep practicing medicine. Sure, it was all easily justified for as long as they kept fighting orcs—whether human society was a dictatorship or a republic or a free association of communes and syndicates,<em>someone</em>had to fight the orcs. But if Sarah kept aiding her platoon if they went after rebels, she would be a collaborator and she had to wonder if she could live with herself.<br/><br/>Not long after her return, the ensign Warren had sent found her. After being told to report to her LT, Sarah quickly did so. She knocked on the door and then entered the room. The medic noticed quickly that Warren seemed to be a little bit in the bag—but who could blame him after the soldiers he had lost, and now this thing with Key? “Sir,” she greeted him, and then closed the door and saluted. If he motions her to sit down she does so. “I never got the chance to thank you earlier—for saving my life, and also letting me try to save Private Smith...” She supposed she ought to also thank him for shooting Smith and Specialist Cox, but it was too painful to bring up. “I know things would have gone a lot worse if you hadn’t been in charge on our deck.”