Sarah was still not very long out of boot camp, and consequentially she was fast to react to the sergeant’s voice. Once by her bed, she was glad she had stuck with the habit of making it extremely neatly—something she had started while still in prison, all the better to get a jump on things. The medic very nearly shouted “drill sergeant” instead of just “sergeant” at the end of the soldiers’ reply, but thankfully remembered just in time.<br/><br/>When the sergeant told the soldiers to carry on, Sarah gave a slight sigh of relief but lingered by her bed, uncertain of what she ought to do next. Then one of the other soldiers approached her and introduced himself. The former doctor was immediately nervous—did he know about her, was he just pretending to be nice?<br/><br/>“I’m Private Tanaka. Um, Sarah,” she amended, trying to hide her worry. “You’ll have to pardon me, I’m a little nervous—and my zero seconds of actual combat experience isn’t helping to steady my nerves for some reason,” she joked weakly.