When every building that she had seen was facing the courtyard and was more or less the same sandy yellow, it was hard to really orient oneself. Ashleigh really didn't like being so helpless on this base. Wasn't there a map or something around here? She distinctly remember seeing one... among the folder that she was first given when told to come here... which was now with her baggage. Typical. In her frustration, the young, unarmed woman simply stood where she was, a hand rested on her hip while the other rubbed the back of her neck nervously.<br/><br/>As if on cue, that military woman from the meeting, Hackett if Ashleigh recalled correctly, walked on by but stopped to share a few words. Or well, one. Lost was something that was really not a very appealing thing to admit being. Just when she was about to concede, another one of those army types came up from another direction, offering his assistance as well. His approach was a little more... suave, to say the least.<br/><br/>"I guess it wouldn't be such a terrible thing." Ashleigh let her hands rest by her side, turning to face the man. "I got some work to do, so the faster the better, I guess."