<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/cl2-1.jpg)</div><br/>Nerys got dressed, like everyone else, and felt a bit better for being covered, but she would have just about killed to have one of her own sports bras instead of the over engineered, uncomfortable, piece of crap they'd issued her. Still she could live with it for a few weeks. The tank top was comfortable enough but the thong made her scrunch up her nose again. Really? The guys got shorts and the girls were expected to do PT in a thong? Despite the heat she grabbed the sweat pants and simply shoved the legs up to her knees in a makeshift version of shorts.<br/><br/>She didn't mind people seeing her body, but she'd be damned if she wanted to be scrubbing dust and grit out of her asscrack every damned night!<br/><br/>Leaning against the wall she looked through the bag she'd been given as well and was more interested in the medical manual than the passage about firing a rifle in zero gravity. She knew she should probably have been a bit more social but part of her figured there'd be plenty of time for that and couldn't resist  flipping through the manual just a bit.<br/><br/>At least until a tiny woman with the voice of a man four times her size came into the room!<br/><br/>When that woman yelled, Nerys snapped to just like everyone else!<br/><br/>Listening, and watching, as the woman showed them how to stand at parade rest, and asked if they understood, Nerys said, "Sir, yes Sir!" as the Gunny had told them to say to anyone ranking over them (which was everyone) but since the woman hadn't given the command, she remained still, though her body was clearly tensed to move the moment she heard the woman give the order.<br/><br/>